Tha Alkaholiks - Turn The Party Out lyrics

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Intro: tash

Yeahtha alkaholiks

Ay jI got a crew

They called the loot pack

And they can get crazy fresh y'allcrazy fresh y'all

My man jack is about to get fresh y'all

Verse one: loot pack

Check the flavor here's a rootin tootin hydraulic trooper

Tha alkaholik grouper in the house and when I bust the hula-hooper

Peep my ishwhen I flips next I flash with the cracker jacker

A true loot packer

Gettin versatile when I smile toastin to the funk

All punks put your glass downor end up in the trunk

You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied

The pictionaryman with my backpackI'll carey

Mariah took her backand show her how I packloot

Kick lyrics on originally outtrack black in fact

People call me moodyI simply knocks the booty

Pull up my hoodyand then I bust a sam goody

Verse two: tash

Bitches on my woody cuz I likes to get the loosest

I eat niggaz up and wash em down with deuce gooses

A colt .45 cuz I gotsta rush the likwit

Tash from the group that the bitches wanna get with

I kick it from the east all the way to the west

Yes stay away from booze that puts the hair on your chest

And that's a little piece of advice for the kiddos

I bust more flavor than your teacher got dittoes

I keep it up to date or take it back like the twist

E-swift is out of town so the pack load the disc

Sotake your ass homegood nightthe party's over

If your ass is drunkride home with someone sober

Yeah... tha alkaholiksah yeahthe loot pack

(the party's overit's all over) nineteen ninety-three

And this is how we kick it

Verse three: loot packj-ro

I'ma wreck the neck conducting props like randy wrecker

The mecca licka mega-hot mega-mike checka

Call me diesel to the easelthe weaselthe wacky

The packythe rikkitikkithe taffy

One for the troubletwo for the trouble

I gotta get snaps and spit raps on the double

On and on to the beat I wreck shop

Scoop a rumplestil-skin then I'm outthe brother with the clout

Be so dead on the loopathe super-duper wrecka mic checka

I roll soul like an old trooper

I used to play footballnow I'm into rockin

My rhyme is the tailbackthe track is the blockin

My name is j-ro and I've been waitin for ages

To let the world know what I've been writin on the pages

I don't smoke sess it's rough on the west

OkI confessI puff on the stress

I rip it when I wreck itwhen I mic check it

Brothers check the flavcheck the alkaholik record

While I flip stylesand rip stylesand hit styles

And hit piles for miles of stylesI still pile

The flavor flippin funkbringin diesel be the packer

A trooper loopscoop you like a hula-hoop and smack ya

Like you stutterI ribbedyribbedyribbedyrip stylesI'm comin

The loot packtha alkaholiks keepin niggaz runnin

Runninyeahdo that shityeah

Turn the party outyeah yeah

Turn the party outc'mon c'mon

Verse four: e-swift

You think that you can fade thisyou must be out to lunch

They call me e-swiftI'm from tha alkaholik bunch

I just downed a brewnow check out one two

It's the liks baby rockin with the loot pack crew

Funky like con-funk-shunmore style than stylistics

I got mo' beats than magic's got assists so

Raise up off meor get snatched by the collar

The party ain't over till that fat bitch holler

I'm in the house so check the way I flow

Niggaz say I'm fateveryday I say I know

But my head ain't swollI stay down to earth

Never gangbangnever claim the turf

But I drink a gang of fortiesain't nuttin wrong with that

Unless you go buckwild and start bustin off your gat

*bangbang bang*

*stumbling*

Ay nigga fuck that the party's over man!

Everybody get they shit get the fuck out