Hip Hop Drunkies

<br>[tash] whats yo name? <br><br>Whats yo naaaaaame? <br><br>[odb] *burp* my name is, ol dirty bastard... and ima alkaholik<br><br>[tash] yeah me too nigga<br><br>[odb] *singin some crazy shit*<br><br><br><br>[tash]<br><br>Youre now rockin with tha liks so start reachin for the ozone<br><br>I see some girls I know but yall look different with your clothes on<br><br>Whats up though, tash came to steal it like the grinch<br><br>While Im leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in french<br><br>But its all olde english that Im bringin from beneath<br><br>Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth<br><br>Cause I make words connect like westside when I test glide<br><br>My drunken lyrical hanglider, nobodys tighter<br><br>Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya<br><br>So I know the three words (tashll kill ya) sound familiar<br><br>I filter out the weak everytime I speak<br><br>I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)<br><br>Im def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client<br><br>Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than kobe bryant<br><br>Be quiet! this is likwidation from the west<br><br>Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest<br><br><br><br>[ol dirty bastard]<br><br>Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine<br><br>I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine<br><br>Cause she thought she was fine<br><br>She winked at me, I thought it was fine<br><br>This nigga poutin, this hoe was mine<br><br>I had the alcohol in me, took my time<br><br>Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table<br><br>Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego<br><br>What? you the king in the chair on my ground<br><br>The tyson of sound, its twenty seconds to a round<br><br>Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit<br><br>My ear cant digest it<br><br>Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, lets take it to the land<br><br>So I can godzilla up your sheeit, mr. tiny tim man<br><br>Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk<br><br>When I start to come down on your fuckin asses<br><br>Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts<br><br>Motherfucker what!!<br><br><br><br>[j-ro]<br><br>The ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so I should rap on the mack-raphone<br><br>My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone<br><br>I divide square mcs like math<br><br>Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft<br><br>I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum<br><br>When hes layin on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him<br><br>(switch reels) I feels its all about skills<br><br>The outcomes unbelievable like tyson/holyfield<br><br>Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners<br><br>My style is wild, like gs or the pistolas<br><br>No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask<br><br>We can fight the power like this was p.e. class<br><br>I bomb squads like hank shock<br><br>Peace to my nigga scott puttin stickers on the block<br><br>*burp* I drink more brewsters than punky<br><br>Its the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies<br><br><br><br>*chorus*<br><br>You bithces are hoes<br><br>Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe<br><br>Or in your butthole/earhole<br><br>Whever the fuck it goes<br><br>(repeat 2x)<br><br><br><br>[ol dirty]<br><br>Yeah, yo, yo, yo<br><br>No disrespect to any architect<br><br>Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck<br><br>Im a mc director, rhyme inspector<br><br>Rated top ten, brooklyn borough sector<br><br><br><br>[j-ro]<br><br>Its the packtown original b-boy Im rappin<br><br>Whats happenin, so dope got the pope clappin<br><br>Im smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin<br><br>You trickin, while Im vickin hoes you stick your dick in<br><br><br><br>[tash]<br><br>Step outta place, tashll smack your taste out your face<br><br>Cause theres nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space<br><br>Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes<br><br>So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)<br><br><br><br>[ol dirty (rapping like rza)]<br><br>Hey sugar plum, how can you assume<br><br>That the pitch of the volume, doesnt have no tune<br><br>Im not your everyday, regular rap star peddler<br><br>One on one at your rap seminar<br><br>Beware of the hard way, threes the hard way<br><br>At you fuckers...<br><br><br><br>[j-ro]<br><br>So aiyyo, my name is j-ro<br><br>And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo<br><br>I dont rap fast, I love green grass<br><br>Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass<br><br><br><br>[ol dirty (still rapping like rza)]<br><br>Extra da-llama, bring hahaha<br><br>Extra extra bring the da-llama<br><br>Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa<br><br>God acre, massacre murdered<br><br>Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel<br><br>Youre just rhyme to survive streets<br><br>True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics<br><br>Like the acre without the attic, but not the only asiatic<br><br>True God but my dick is my lightning rob<br><br>Hoe dont kick that mumbo jumbo...<br><br><br><br>[tash]<br><br>See this the type of shit niggaz dont try at home<br><br>I come funkin up the spot like micheal jordans cologne<br><br>With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin<br><br>Niggaz lookin at me like, tash is up to somethin<br><br>(get drunk and I stumbled) but I didnt come to trip<br><br>I came to bring it to ya humb-le<br><br>Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans<br><br>Ol dirtys in the house and thats my motherfuckin man!<br><br><br><br>*outro*<br><br>Its the likwid crew<br><br>Comin through with ol dirty from the wu<br><br>Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew<br><br>So what yall new, niggaz think you wanna do? <br><br>(repeat 2x)