Intro: Tash      ("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop" - repeat 12X)   Hello   Let me tell ya about the Liks   See it *echoes* say it *echoes*   Ah, yo      Verse One: Tash      I walked into a store I stepped straight to the freezer   I grabbed some forty ounces and a few Bacardi Breezers   I threw em on the counter then I went to find some chips   I'm thinkin bout this bitch I'm bout to visit with the hips   I asked the counter person for the biggest box of Trojans   Cause when I be onthe pussy I cause nuclear explosions   He put them in my bad, totalled up my sums   He said, "That comes to thirteen dollars," but I didn't have no ones   I gave him twenty, in walked some shorties   Eyes beemin red headed straight for the forties   Five foot three wannabe Tupac's   They asked the man behind the counter for the Newport boxes   They stole some cans cause the man couldn't see em   Cause he busy tryin to tell em next time he'll ID em   One was starin at me, then suddenly it hit him   That's that nigga from the Liks let's crack the forties with him   They gave me daps they said I freak my raps   They said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps   Halfway finished, I asked em what their ages   Cause they lookin like, they barely out the puberty stages   Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrased   He said they started drinkin fuckin around and went to Terrace   It wasn't long before the forties was gone   So as I turned around I told my young niggaz to stay strong   Because no matter how you scan it you're the future of the planet   You don't wanna be a rapper cause it's drainin entertainin   too much strainin on your brain, I told em they don't need it   They hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you wanna gt   weeded," yeah sixteen years old   Hangin out drinkin forties in the East Columbus cold   As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow   They all turned around and said, "You ain't shit Rico!"      Chorus: J-Ro, Tash      Can I send this out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts   Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice   Three times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes   So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times      As we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts   Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice   When the Liks is in the house we let you know like yo!   If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flow      Verse Two: J-Ro      It was a Friday night, house party goin on   At my homies house, from dusk til dawn   Blunts in the air plus kegs of brew   Some half naked-bitches gettin pushed in the pool   [In the corner was the DJ, gettin nice   Feelin that shit, off the Alehze and ice]   I only had one mic, now imagin   A gang of drunk MC's who wanna start rappin   One grabbed the mic and held on too long   ("...baby I'm on the mic, and I'm on the mic... *crowd boos*   When I'm on the mic [Pass the mic god damn nigga]   doin what I like, and when I'm on the mic...")   Push came to shove *bang* now he's gone   That's what happens when the liquor does your thinkin   So keep this in mind when you're out there drinkin      Chorus: Tash, J-Ro      Outro: J-Ro, Tash      And I'm out, time to get busy   As we flow up out this piece   I ain't even mad, I ain't even mad   I ain't even mad at y'all   It's the Alkaholiks...      Yo yo, mic check one two one two   Transmittin live through the headphones, you know how we do it   low budget style   For all MC's in the houe I know how you feel   I know you feelin the vibe right about now   Crackin the forty, sittin in the car, or at the club   bobbin your head to this album   But yo, we gonna give you, we gonna give you a second to catch wreck   Go ahead, get your freestyle on   and you don't have to be twenty-one   rock that shit