21 and Over

Intro: Bartender and J-Ro<br><br>Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!<br>At two, you`re through!<br><br>{J-Ro} Ay bartendah! Bartender!<br>{Bart} Yo whassup man?<br>{J-Ro} Ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke<br>{Bart} Yo man don`t you think you had a little bit too much to drink?<br>{J-Ro} Ay just let me get one more man<br>{Bart} Yo man I`m lookin out for you man, it`s your life<br>{J-Ro} Man I`ll hop over this motherfucker and get my OWN damn drink<br><br>Hey niggy, what time it is...<br><br>Verse One: Tash<br><br>It`s time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few MC`s up<br>Another rough cut, from the crew that won`t ease up<br>The Alkaholik click, AKA the forty downers<br>Flips rhymes like Calvin flips fries and quarter pounders<br>I never drink and drive cuz I might spill my drink<br>I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink<br>Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can`t fade the Cisco<br>I`m from the old school but I never rocked a disco<br>Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches<br>Tha Liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches<br>Front, to the back, to the side, to the side<br>And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin<br>And I`m about to flip, but first I`m bout to sip<br>Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip<br>Back to the lab cuz all I do is bang cuts<br>That`s why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts<br><br>Verse Two: J-Ro<br><br>I push one two`s when niggaz step on my shoes<br>Oh you haven`t heard the news I`ve been giving fools blues<br>Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up<br>I push my fist through your grill<br>I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill<br>on the nine inches of steel<br>You ask me what the K`s for, they don`t mean nothin<br>["K`s for the way my dee-jay`s kuttin" -- Schoolly D, P.S.K.]<br><br>Chorus: Tash, group<br><br>Last call y`all {call y`all}<br>Call y`all {call y`all}<br>{Last call, for alcohol}<br>Last call y`all {call y`all}<br>Call y`all {call y`all}<br>{Last call, for alcohol}<br><br>[J-Ro] Yeah... word<br>[Tash] Alkaholik style nigga<br><br>Verse Three: E-Swift<br><br>Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis<br>Float like the wind, so all y`all can call me cool breeze<br>Cooler than my man Morris Day in the winter<br>The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center<br>So pass the mic on the, down low<br>Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto`<br>And you don`t stop {don`t stop} and you don`t quit {don`t quit}<br>Unless you`re in the studio making wack shit<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[J-Ro] Yeah... that nigga Squid is in the house<br><br>Verse Four: J-Ro<br><br>I got a forty-four Mag with the clip (with a clip)<br>So MC`s watch your lip, cause I`m shootin from the hip ahh<br>I rip like Oprah, in tight jeans do<br>and splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz<br>It`s crazy, a few MC`s amaze me<br>With this Alkie style of rock, Mr. Spock couldn`t phase me<br>Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway<br>Many say, AY, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty J<br>I`m so cool I drink forty ounces of freon<br>You never see me on the stage with a peon<br>When we on the microphone it`s like Jordan all alone<br>We slam, competition, scram damn<br>Can we get along? Nope.<br>Switchblade to the throat to MC`s who ain`t dope<br>Call me J-Ro the clepto, cuz I`m stealing to the jaw<br>Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw<br><br>Verse Five: Tash<br><br>Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle<br>It`s just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little<br>Def Jam Comedy, raps that make me crack up