Tash - Bar Code lyrics

[Tash] The drunken funk'n has returned Let's take it back to the old school one time y'all, uhh Ya f**in with me? Damn right y'all f** with us boy (Shotgla**, ha! Ain't it drunk) Alkaholiks, say what? (Yo Tash, smack these n***as 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**er pumpin I walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlights And I ain't drunk sh**, I'm still faded from last night That's right y'all, the Alkahol be spittin Comin through b**hes.. [J-Ro] 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 [Hook 2X: Tha Liks] 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 [Xzibit] 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 damn thing, let your dogs start barkin Embracin the ba** (yeah) who keep you laced With Henessey to the face, tequila with no chaser Liks - bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks f**in smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits I just - drop my sh**, never stop servin Everything bump even the two-way versions I'm the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worst Survived starvin to d**h 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 [Hook] [Tash] So if Tash die tonight, rap music don't owe me sh** I done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes) Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallon Of that strong sh** that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen Profilin in the beat-up a** bucket like f** it b**h I make this car look good Knock on wood, knock on MC's just for practice Cause y'all n***as can't f** with these drunken-a** tactics [J-Ro] We - stompin, rompin n***as 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 hoes fo' sho' Now you on your back pointin at the sky with your toes [Hook] - 2X as beat fades