Bar Code - Tha Liks

The drunken funk'n has returned
Let's take it back to the old school one time y'all uhh
Ya f**kin with me d**n right y'all f**k with us boy
Shotglass ha Ain't it drunk
Alkaholiks say what
Yo Tash smack these *z up
With my Alkaholik style still comin of age
Free as a bird the beer fly on stage
Ain't here for no frontin just to say a lil' somethin
A n***a like CaTash'll get this motherf**ker pumpin
I walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlights
And I ain't drunk s**t I'm still faded from last night
That's right y'all the Alkahol be spittin
Comin through b***hes
I drink a lot of ale smoke a lot of L's a day
Got kegs in my room and bales of hay
Twenty five roaches piled in my ashtray
Some like it slow some live the fast way
All the ladies know I'm wild and nas tay
I live the Rap Life like my n***a Tash say
I down the whole brew never half way
I'm back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe
Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips
When I sip you sip we sip altogether now
Back and forth to the bar y'all
Back and forth to the bar y'all
They say one man's trash is the next man's treasure
Next man pain be the other man's pleasure
Whatever you wanna drink ma we bought the bar out
Last cats to call out who wan' fall out
Worst case scenario walkin I hate talkin
Do the d**n thing let your dogs start barkin
Embracin the bass
Yeah
Who keep you laced
With Henessey to the face tequila with no chaser
Liks bang kicks kick dirt on tricks
F**kin smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits
I just drop my s**t never stop servin
Everything bump even the two way versions
I'm the West coast Julius Earving been through the worst
Survived starvin to death and dyin of thirst
Come through bring a homegirl double the fun b***h
Cause two heads is better than one so let's go
So if Tash die tonight rap music don't owe me s**t
I done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit
Yes
Spit zophrenic off about a half a gallon
Of that strong s**t that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen
Profilin in the beat up a*s bucket like f**k it
B***h I make this car look good
Knock on wood knock on MC's just for practice
Cause y'all *z can't f**k with these drunken a*s tactics
We stompin rompin *z
With the bumpin rhymes that keep the b boys jumpin
Sayin ho ladies sayin ow
Get it now front row wipe that brew from your brow
Cristal and malt liquor go down the same pipe
You drink with us you probably piss in the bed the same night
You throwin up on your clothes no h*es fo' sho'
Now you on your back pointin at the sky with your toes
2X as beat fades