Lyric Read My Lips
Intro:
Back once again to wet up the whole area
Check my style out
Verse One: Tash
Read my lips, my dick be makin bitches leave tips
Castin shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse
Cause the man that makes you jump like you the grand prize winner of a
Lexus
I m back again to test your reflexes
If you don t think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift
If you don t believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff
If you don t believe Griff then step up to fuck with I
Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph
Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin back to eighty-six
While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix
So my style be comin at you more deadlin than a cobra
With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober
Mind your biz while I rhymes like Biz to the tent
I slam like a fifth that stays hidden
Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances
And I don t have to sing to send these bitches into trances
Chorus: E-Swift (repeat 4X)
I give the party people what they like
Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night
Verse Two: J-Ro
Next it s, the man freakin funky flow flexes
Bustin in my All Day I Dream About Sexes
Walk into your living room there I am
Stroll to your kitchen there I am
Run to your backyard hmm there I am
Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram
That s why you hate me, you can t escape me
You can t even erase me off your tape
We the A-L-K, H-O-L-I-K-S
Comin like new pimps humps and stress to your chest
J, to the R-O, just rockin on
I keep the party poppin til a new day is born
The Alkaholik name won t change not a bit
I told you on the last skit dick you can t tell me shit
We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted
To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid
Chorus
Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash
Punk MC s get bent, I ll leave a dent in what you sent
I got your city covered like a motherfuckin tent
Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy
The way Ibust will get you dizzy like a VD
I hang with thugs I m like drugs so why try me
I m swift like Ozzie Smith, your flow ain t goin by me
He s a sufferin succcootash, throw him in the trash
Show him you the man that ll boom bash
I hold MC s up like money it ain t funny
When I leave em in the corner broke up like crash dummies
Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest
For the cardiac arrest, fuckin with the freshest
Cause even on your best, I leave you like Ness
Cause I m colder than a forty straight out the ice chest
So it s easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English
Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out my...
(arguement with girl)
How many alcoholics we got here in the house? *cheer*
How many pot-heads we got? *cheer*
Same fuckin assholes
Back once again to wet up the whole area
Check my style out
Verse One: Tash
Read my lips, my dick be makin bitches leave tips
Castin shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse
Cause the man that makes you jump like you the grand prize winner of a
Lexus
I m back again to test your reflexes
If you don t think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift
If you don t believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff
If you don t believe Griff then step up to fuck with I
Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph
Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin back to eighty-six
While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix
So my style be comin at you more deadlin than a cobra
With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober
Mind your biz while I rhymes like Biz to the tent
I slam like a fifth that stays hidden
Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances
And I don t have to sing to send these bitches into trances
Chorus: E-Swift (repeat 4X)
I give the party people what they like
Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night
Verse Two: J-Ro
Next it s, the man freakin funky flow flexes
Bustin in my All Day I Dream About Sexes
Walk into your living room there I am
Stroll to your kitchen there I am
Run to your backyard hmm there I am
Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram
That s why you hate me, you can t escape me
You can t even erase me off your tape
We the A-L-K, H-O-L-I-K-S
Comin like new pimps humps and stress to your chest
J, to the R-O, just rockin on
I keep the party poppin til a new day is born
The Alkaholik name won t change not a bit
I told you on the last skit dick you can t tell me shit
We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted
To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid
Chorus
Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash
Punk MC s get bent, I ll leave a dent in what you sent
I got your city covered like a motherfuckin tent
Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy
The way Ibust will get you dizzy like a VD
I hang with thugs I m like drugs so why try me
I m swift like Ozzie Smith, your flow ain t goin by me
He s a sufferin succcootash, throw him in the trash
Show him you the man that ll boom bash
I hold MC s up like money it ain t funny
When I leave em in the corner broke up like crash dummies
Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest
For the cardiac arrest, fuckin with the freshest
Cause even on your best, I leave you like Ness
Cause I m colder than a forty straight out the ice chest
So it s easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English
Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out my...
(arguement with girl)
How many alcoholics we got here in the house? *cheer*
How many pot-heads we got? *cheer*
Same fuckin assholes
