The Get Down

Yeah, Alkaholiks
 Get it right
 Alkaholiks!
 [Chorus x4: female voice]
 You gotta get up to get down
 [J-Ro]
 Cars, I drive so laid back
 In my glass house bumpin "Big Payback"
 James, that's my name don't wear it out
 All these ladies wanna know my whereabouts
 Women, I love e'rything about 'em
 You cain't live with 'em, cain't live without 'em
 Dogs, I like 'em big mean and vicious
 When I tell 'em get you, you gon' need some stitches
 Hip-Hop, I been doin it for years
 Spent a lot of time drinkin too many beers
 Clubs, man I'm always on the guest list
 And I don't even have to dress up my best-est
 Shoes, man I have so many pairs
 From Timbos to kroker sacs and Nike Airs
 Guns, I really don't carry
 But I gotta lotta homies that would love to see you buried
 [Chorus x2]
 [Tash]
 Aiyyo my style ain't never switch I serve hook to hook
 I'm still an Alkie in my ways, I never shook the look
 You can see it in my face, I'm here to cook the rooks
 Promoters lookin at me funny like they booked a crook
 Sheeeit, I'm over here with Clipper chippers
 With a gang of strippers downin these liquid mixtures
 If my money make you sick, then I hope you feel better
 I'ma grab me a bitch and slap some tailfeathers
 Y'all niggaz can't even spell clever
 While I take my time and write from the heart like jail letters
 The ice might fool you from the wrist to the necklace
 But if you out there talkin shit you on a reckless nigga's checklist
 This the West, where Deebo lives
 Where chicks run around claimin these is Rico's kids
 Uh-uh, cause everybody wants somethin from me
 The niggaz want my style and the bitches want my money
 [Chorus]
 [E-Swift]
 I'm a wax carnivore
 Eat beats like meat, hope you like it raw
 Fuck it, I'm the next Curtis Shaw
 mixed with Marley Marl y'all heard thus far
 Spar with the track, so my wind's up to par
 Know a few Alkies, got friends at the bar
 Get the club jumpin like the pumps on my car
 Front and back like the strippers that star
 Daaaaamn, or like six-deuces on the 'Shaw
 Might tap your jaw like {?} if we brawl
 And I ain't even battlin y'all
 I ride the tracks that the others just straddle and fall
 Platinum plaques, I got stacks this tall
 Looks like I got Baby's teeth on my wall
 I'm +Hot Boy+, my whole click sick like SARS
 We roll through and plug chicks like a pause
 [Chorus x2]