Hit And Run - Tha Alkaholiks

Hit And Run - Tha Alkaholiks
I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly
Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly
Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door
I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four
Straight to the bar can I get a rum and coke
The whole club was filled with the indo smoke
E-Swift was scratchin Tash was hoe catchin
I had the latest fashion but my sh*t wasn't matchin
So King Tee was baggin the ni**a Threat was braggin
Bout his brand new baby boo fiendin with the rag in
Lorenzo's but anyway them hoes was deep
Peep E-Swift shoe em how we creep
Check you out yeah you baby up against the wall
Here's a dollar ten rum and coke heavy on the alcohol
Starin at your chest and I can only guess
Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress
Yo shortay you're lookin kinda nice
Stick around and watch us rock the mic device
She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled
I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble
It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at
She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back
No sweat I'll go out and get em
Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em
Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin
Got the three hoes in the front row chillin
That's how it be when you play high post
Cause all I wanna do is tap that a** and get ghost
This is how I roll it I met her at a club last week
It was this fly a** freak I didn't sleep I got the digits laid back
Coolin at the crib one day
I think I'll call her we're talkin on thephone for half an hour
I finally ask her can a ni**a come through
She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said "Cool I'm still comin over"
I get there she's chillin in some undies and a robe
Ice cold forty down in the freezer
And roll up blunts at my leisure I play like I believe her
How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer
An hour later I was breakin her off
In each and every position that you can ever put a b**ch in
I got up and then I washed my sh*t
Alright b**ch word got her rings then I split
Yeah back to the shade so I can get my lounge in effect
Xzibit keep the hoes in check so check
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All I really wanna do
Is tap that a** 'fore the night is through
All I really wanna do
Is tap that a** and get ghost with the cash
I was drunk as hell-est I begin to bill for my pray
The club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day
That's when I seen her the freak from the diner
Her name was Nina or Tina or was it Regina
F**k it the b**ch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass
I said my name is big game all in her face
I said for what it's worth I'm the best on earth
Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth
I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it
Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet
She said "Mmm J-Ro yeah
Just let me know the time and I'll be there"
I said "I'm drunk tired hoe for heaven's sake
Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake"
We got to the place I started stuffin my face
Not a bid did I waste cause it was good to the taste
I didn't wanna get stuck so I said "What the heck
I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check"
And the next move you might think it's tasteless
But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress
We rip shows and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny
The sh*t b**ches do for money
Only jockin on a ni**a with his name in lights
I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight
Yo last time caught it with this fresh-a** hooker
Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her
I said "Look hon all I gots is blunts forties
A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me
You're trippin " Dip into the streets to chill
Ni**a these days I'm gettin PJ's on the freeways
It's lovely I get home blaze up another drink
Of somethin kinda stronger to make the funk last longer
Yo it's the one and only who welp the b**ches
Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self
I'm a bomb like the stealth and hit way up above your wealth
You felt the vibe when I tapped that a**
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