Tha Alkaholiks, Xzibit - Bar Code lyrics

The drunken funk'n has returned
Let's take it back to the
Old school one time y'all, uhh
Ya fuckin with me? Damn right
Y'all fuck with us boy
(Shotglass, ha! Ain't it drunk) Alkaholiks
Say what? (Yo Tash, smack these niggas 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 nigga like CaTash'll get
This motherfucker pumpin
I walk with a bop that
Make the cops shine flashlights
And I ain't drunk shit
I'm still faded from last night
That's right y'all, the Alkahol be spittin
Comin through bitches

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 nigga 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

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 damn 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
Fuckin smoked out rappers y'all
Fiend for hit's
I just - drop my shit, 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 bitch
Cause two heads is better than one
So let's go

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

So if Tash die tonight
Rap music don't owe me shit
I done did it all homey
Off blood sweat and spit (yes)
Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallon
Of that strong shit that make me
Think Bucks like Ray Allen
Profilin in the beat-up ass
Bucket like fuck it
Bitch I make this car look good
Knock on wood
Knock on MC's just for practice
Cause y'all niggas can't fuck
With these drunken-ass tactics

We - stompin, rompin niggas
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

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

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