E-Swift - Hip Hop Drunkies lyrics

[Intro] [Tash] What's yo' name? What's yo' naaaaaame? [ODB] {burp} My name is, Ol Dirty ba*tard, and I'mma Alkaholik [Tash] Yeah me too n***a [ODB] {singin' some crazy sh**} [Verse 1: Tash] You're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch While I'm leavin' n***as puzzled like I said my sh** in French But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth Cause I make words Connect like West Side when I test glide My drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya So I know the three words (Tash'll k** ya) sound familiar I filter out the weak everytime I speak I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep) I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant Be quiet! This is Likwidation from the West Motherf** ya boozy show, I got my own special guest [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine I bust this b**h in the behind with the silver shine Cause she thought she was fine She winked at me, I thought it was fine This n***a Poutin, this ho' was mine I had the alcohol in me, took my time Let a n***a ro-tate turn on the table Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego What? You the king in the chair on my ground The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round Scavenger n***a, youse a shrimp, a full line of sh** My ear can't digest it Stop drinkin' all that motherf**in' water, let's take it to the land So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man n***as be creepin' up my beanstalk When I start to come down on your f**in' a**es Try to chip sh** on up, get these nuts Motherf**er WHAT!! [Verse 3: J-Ro] The Ro pimped the flow like a ho, so I should rap on the mack-raphone My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone I divide square MC's like math Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum When he's layin' on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him (Switch reels) I feels its all about sk**s The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. cla** I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock Peace to my n***a Scott puttin' stickers on the block *burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies [Chorus] You b**hes are hoes Put it in ya neck my motherf**in' ho Or in your bu*t hole Wherever the f** it goes You b**hes are hoes Put it in ya neck my motherf**in' ho Or in your ear hole Wherever the f** it goes [Verse 4] [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Yeah, yo, yo, yo No disrespect to any architect Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector [J-Ro] Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin' What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin' I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin' You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in [Tash] Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space Cause I waste motherf**ers like toxic fumes So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom) [Verse 5] [Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)] Hey sugar plum, how can you a**ume That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler One on one at your rap seminar Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way At you f**ers [J-Ro] So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo I don't rap fast, I love green gra** Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean a** [Verse 6] [Ol Dirty (still rapping like RZA)] Extra da-llama, bring hahaha Extra extra bring the da-llama Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa God acre, ma**acre murdered Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel You're just rhyme to survive streets True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic True God but my dick is my lightnin' rob Ho don't kick that mumbo jumbo [Tash] See this the type of sh** n***as don't try at home I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin' n***as lookin' at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin' (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip I came to bring it to ya humb-le Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherf**in' man! [Outro] It's the Likwid crew Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu Pa**in' your party, jettin' out with allt he brew So what y'all new, n***as think you wanna do? It's the Likwid crew Comin' through with Ol' Dirty from the Wu Pa**in' your party, jettin' out with allt he brew So what y'all new, n***as think you wanna do?