Hangover - Tha Alkaholiks

Geah… it’s magic… let’s get it

This is, vicious, bitches switches what I’m about

Lyrics is fire physics and niggas look out

The 45 blows kisses aimed for yo' mouth

You can’t deny 'em my wishes ambitions

Nigga naw never uh-uh am I fictitious

See I’m Eddie Murphy «Raw» no tight-ass riches

See these haters throw salt cause they superstitious

When it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin fella

So like Morton’s Salt, I brought an umbrella

That’ll turn any mad dog into an Old Yeller

I call him Magnum P.I.

like T-a-Tom Selleck

Nigga this is real life, youse a movie trailer

If this «The Matrix» I’m the glitch, got Tha Liks in this bitch

Styliztik’s got the bitches takin flicks

This that next level shit, good lookin E-Swift

I’m tryin to take a piss, get off my dick!

Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up

Do it all again 'til we all pass out

Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up

Do it all again 'til we all pass out

— Pop the bottle, 'til we all pass out

— Sip the skunk, 'til we all pass out

— Drink it up, 'til we all pass out

— Beat it up, 'til we all pass out

Yeah, uh… yo

J-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry

Devils wanna kill me but they don’t wanna martyr me

I spit philosophy with maximum velocity

Relaxin at the Oddysee I put it in the air, like apostrophes

I’m livin out the prophecy

Tha Liks will win the game like Monopoly

Anything less is atrocity

Cats get killed but not from curiosity

Got somethin to make 'em back off of me

Knick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink

Fuck with me, I’ll have you earlin in the sink

I’m the type of nigga who be like, «Fuck yo' couch!»

While I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout

Here’s a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop

We too tight, we’ll make you go back home and switch up

You need a better show, I think you better let it go

It’s hardcore pimp but I got hustlin flows

It’s it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat

That got the bitches in the party feelin light on they feet

I take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity

Cause I’ve been rockin mics since Prince was fuckin Vanity

Honk honk they bleepin out my cuss words

My kids never see they think I’m cleaner than the suburbs

Bustin is my life and you know I can’t quit it

I tried to pass the torch and Stylz lit a blunt with it

Trippin, Likwit, Bishop Lamont

All we hear around here is niggas bitchin a lot

I, show up or blow up cause my spot is wild

Put a hundred fuckin down on my homeboy…

Styliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous

Trippin, pissin on all your city monuments

Hittin chicks from all the different continents

Gettin lifted, crime we call it condiments

Niggas that I’m with is young black and prominent

Gun packin dominant, we run with the obvious

Wolfpack rush, better run like you’re Donovan

Or niggas’ll crack your head like they tryin to cook omelettes

Dressed in all black, everybody look synonymous

Back of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate

Automatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin

Sit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin

Matter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon

The cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin

I’m an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free

Just skeez another on the breeze