Tha Alkaholiks - Party Ya Ass Off lyrics

Say what? Say what?

Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF

(Whassup white girl?)
Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
(Y'know you ain't got no ass to party off)
(But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu
It's Tha Liks)

I know y'all heard the rumors
'bout Tha Alkies grand finale
How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash
Moved out of Cali half that shit is true
Half that shit is true lies
It'll be a cold day in hell
Before the Likwit crew divides
All I can say is save some space for me
(We the best that ever did
It) And bow out gracefully
Yeah - we three different solo
Careers about to blast off
But right about now we bout
To PARTY YA ASS OFF

Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
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Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF

Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF

Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF

While my pen electric slides across
The pages of my notepad with no dad
CaTash spans the earth like a nomad
I go grab the dollars while
Y'all askin who's is it
Only bitches on the list
When the Likwit crew visit's
Xzibit that's my nigga
Stop askin stupid questions
I got too much time invested
In these studio sessions
Let's get the, show on the road, spot dates
Award tours j-Ro tell these niggas what the
Fuck we in it for

We in it for the love
We in it for the chippers
We in it for the chicks
Walkin round in fuzzy slippers
We on our final mission and
We ready to blast off
(Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF)
This ain't tic tac-toe
I got a click-clack flow
The number one objective is to get that dough
From Pacoma to Corona droppin Hip-Hop on ya
Tha Liks are on your side
Just like a kidney donor, so

Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
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Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF

Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF

My word is bond, your bond is ten percent
You ask your moms to put the house
Up but moms is payin rent
(Yae yay) You got bent
Look at all the shit you sent her through
Out there startin shit like
The King T interview

I'm the black Bryant Gumbel
The city is a jungle
That's why we smoke trees and
Stack cheese by the bundle
You fake A&R's make me think
It would be beautiful
To throw a live hand grenade
Up in your cubicle

All I know is rap labels is craps tables
Put yo' nuts on the coffin
And pray to black angels
My tour pass dangles from my
Neck to my wishbone
We been on tour with everybody
Snoop Dogg to Fishbone

J-Ro, one thousand degrees
I chain smoke MC's, and you'll
Be burnin beggin please
Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for years
Now we drinkin beers at the
Bar like Norm on Cheers

Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
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Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
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Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF

Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF

Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF