Tha Alkaholiks - 21 & Under lyrics

("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") Hello Let me tell ya about the liks See it say it Ah, yo I walked into a store I stepped straight to the freezer I grabbed some forty ounces and a few Bacardi breezers I threw 'em on the counter then I went to find some chips I'm thinkin' bout this b**h I'm bout to visit with the hips I asked the counter person for the biggest box of Trojans Cause when I be on the p**y I 'cause nuclear explosions He put them in my bad, totaled up my sums He said, "that comes to thirteen dollars," but I didn't have no ones I gave him twenty, in walked some shorties Eyes beemin' red headed straight for the forties Five foot three wannabe tupac's They asked the man behind the counter for the Newport boxes They stole some cans 'cause the man couldn't see 'em Cause he busy tryin' to tell 'em next time he'll I'd 'em One was starin' at me, then suddenly it hit him That's that n***a from the liks let's crack the forties with him They gave me daps they said I freak my raps They said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps Halfway finished, I asked 'em what their ages Cause they lookin' like, they barely out the puberty stages Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarra**ed He said they started drinkin' f**in' around and went to terrace It wasn't long before the forties was gone So as I turned around I told my young n***as to stay strong Because no matter how you scan it you're the future of the planet You don't wanna be a rapper 'cause it's drainin' entertainin' Too much strainin' on your brain, I told 'em they don't need it They hit me with a card and said, "call us if you wanna gt Weeded," yeah sixteen years old Hangin out drinkin' forties in the east columbus cold As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow They all turned around and said, "you ain't sh** rico!" Can I send this out once, for my n***as smokin' blunts Twice, for my n***as rollin' dice Three times, for my n***as bust the rhymes So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times As we send it out once, for my n***as smokin blunts Twice, for my n***as rollin dice When the liks is in the house we let you know like yo! If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flow It was a Friday night, house party goin' on At my homies house, from dusk til dawn Blunts in the air plus kegs of brew Some half naked-b**hes gettin' pushed in the pool (In the corner was the dj, gettin' nice Feelin that sh**, off the alehze and ice) I only had one mic, now imagin A gang of drunk mc's who wanna start rappin One grabbed the mic and held on too long (" baby I'm on the mic, and I'm on the mic When I'm on the mic (pa** the mic God damn n***a) Doin what I like, and when I'm on the mic ") Push came to shove bang now he's gone That's what happens when the liquor does your thinkin' So keep this in mind when you're out there drinkin Can I send this out once, for my n***as smokin' blunts Twice, for my n***as rollin' dice Three times, for my n***as bust the rhymes So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times As we send it out once, for my n***as smokin blunts Twice, for my n***as rollin dice When the liks is in the house we let you know like yo! If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flow And I'm out, time to get busy As we flow up out this piece I ain't even mad, I ain't even mad I ain't even mad at y'all It's the alkaholiks Yo yo, mic check one two one two Transmittin' live through the headphones, you know how we do it Low budget style For all mc's in the houe I know how you feel I know you feelin' the vibe right about now Crackin' the forty, sittin' in the car, or at the club Bobbin your head to this album But yo, we gonna give you, we gonna give you a second to catch wreck Go ahead, get your freestyle on And you don't have to be twenty-one Rock that sh**