Tha Alkaholiks - Anotha Round lyrics

[J-Ro] Yeah, it's the return of three drunk mothaf**as Huh, yeah, it's Tha Liks We gots Stan the guitar man in the house Mothaclucka, uh, uh [J-Ro] I'm sick like a sore throat swallow, drunk act to follow I'll make the whole bottle hollow (what a ride!) Rollin' wit' a open container, and one in the chamber Ten Likwit CD's in the changer Bettin' wages on the Lakers; yo' squad is in danger Hoes go two ways these days like my pager Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro, oh, you didn't know? (no) Well, f** you then! I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats Got more? than biceps, relax Pure hoes jockin' in the studio flats When I'm in the house, take off the wave cap for hats Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat Raised in the valley of the shadow of d**h So I fear none, time to anty up for the beer run [Chorus] We are Tha Alkaholiks It's last call, can we get anotha round? We are Tha Alkaholiks And I know ya like the way it's goin' down [Tash] So all the ladies to the Limo, it's Tha Alkaholik car pool Lyrics bang from thirty feet to blow y'all n***as off your bar stool We back, to wet'cha, the flawless, the wallus Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks [Tha Liks] We the same three n***as that be makin' the noise Doin' donuts in Ferraris, like some drunk hot boys [Tash] Do or die fool! Straight from the home of where we spark from Where the weed'll leave ya dizzy like a tranquelizer dart gun The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown Well, I made a million dollars off this sh** I penciled down Flashy Tashy, be gunnin' from the worsest alliance And when I die, I'ma donate all my verses to science Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lone-shark You be ridin' n***as dick, that's why you never make your own mark I'm sober and justice, why this is my year Screamin' "Party over here, f** y'all over there!" (Party over here, f** y'all over there!) [Chorus] [J-Ro] King Tee started it off, and then came Tha Liks Then Xzibit added hot done proda to the mix Then Defari, "Hey you!" Comin' through, Likwit Crew And? gets the broom, who can sin it? Who can sin it? Twisted and been it, but if the funk ain't in it My DJ always submitted to spin it If I said that I meant it, don't get'cha mouth pin it in? We feelin' with a penny, represent it [Tash] Aiyyo re-pre-sent, yo', re-si-dence If it don't say Likwit, then you won't get bent Aiyyo, dollars and cents, make the world just awkward Got n***as in the hood, livin' next to their doctor I'm a rowdy, mic-rocker, since the age of twenty-two In the video, flossin', like "This could be you" Likwit Crew, do it up, 'til the wheels fall off Unlike these other n***as that had it and lost it We stayed in the game, stayed hot, turned up the flame [Pharoahe Monch] ("Y'all know the name!") [Chorus x2]