Tha Alkaholiks - Chaos lyrics

Let it go! Ohh, yeah, we got drums
Woo! Alkahol-iks, let's get it crackin y'all
Ay J-Ro, teach these niggas how to stunt!

People gather round, J-Ro is on arrival
Raised in the ghetto sing
Songs called survival
Chillin in my drawers in
Hotels like the bible
Alkaholiks, West coast legends is the title

I can't shoot you with my knife
I can't stab you with my gun
So the only thing left is to
Hit you with the drums
Uh, huh, uhh, we in this bitch no kickin back
J-Ro tell these niggas where the
Fuck you sippin at

Yo, I'm sippin on the dock of the bay
Puffin on hay
Used to sell bombay and sip Andre
West West like Kanye
I got the rhythm like Kwame
I used to have a crush on Shante

Yo, E-Swift, I don't think that you bent
But God damn homeboy, where all the gin went?
J-Ro! (Yo I believe that's me)
(Say what?) You up next on the Hennessy

And once you hear the Capital J
Rap it'll stay in your brain all day
It always happens that way
I come from LA, Cali, Eastside of the Valley
Dilly dally, ran through an alley

Runnin through an alley in
My corduroy flip-flops
We drink a lot of beer so
It's that West coast Hip-Hop
Kickbox our way out of trouble
Just to bubble meet us at the bar y'all
Where everybody love you

Yo, my rhymes at parties
Took out more MC's than brown Bacardi
I'm totally gnarly
Stumble through the crowd like excuse me
Pardon me
Sip hops and barely 'til I pop an artery

My beats so fly niggas try to charter me
I'm an Alkaholik but that's only
One part of me
My main man Tash is like Cool Ra-oul
He got bitches butt naked
In the swimming pool

I'm rowdy, I'm cocky, I'm like Jeremy Shockey
I'm a giant in this game
Y'all better back up off me

You also the most frosty
Drink until we saucy
Keep bitches up all night like black coffee

Yeah you know Cinnamon
She hang with crazy Kim and them
They always in the club
Tryin to take a nigga's Benjamins

Feminine women, we be runnin all up in 'em
Then we send 'em home broke cause we
Wouldn't spend a cent on 'em

Aiyyo CaTash a people person
Shake hands and kiss babies
Politician in my mission
Stack grands and spit crazy

I roll with a tight crew
Like Mushmouth and Russell
Girls wanna grab my love muscle and suckle
Got trees in my duffel
Get a ride from the airport
I take the shuttle, no need for rebuttal

Huddle round your speaker
Got the system blastin
And we takin everything
It ain't no need for askin
Got the headbangin beats so
Nigga pass the aspirin
We bumrushin the door in an unorderly fashion
This is the year that we cash in
Catch me in Miami in the sun just baskin
Catch me in LA in the streets just mashin
The name is E-Swift
I move quick when I'm dashin
I'm swift on the cut with
My hands when I'm scratchin
Alkaholiks back, and the legacy's lastin