Bar Code Lyrics - Singles - Tha Liks

The drunken funk'n has returned 

Let's take it back to the old school one time y'all, uhh 

Ya fucking with me? Damn right y'all fuck with us boy 

(Shot glass, ha ain't it drunk) 

Alkaholiks, say what? 

(Yo Tash, smack these niggaz up!) 

With my Alkaholiks style still coming of age 

Free as a bird the beer fly on stage 

Ain't here for no fronting just to say a lil' somethin 

A nigga like CaTash'll get this motherfucker pumpin' 

I walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlights 

And I ain't drunk shit, I'm still faded from last night 

That's right y'all, the Alkahol be spitting 

Comin' through bitches 

I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L's a day 

Got kegs in my room and bales of hay 

Twenty-five roaches piled in my ashtray 

Some like it slow some live the fast way 

All the ladies know I'm wild and nas-tay 

I live the rap life like my nigga Tash say 

I down the whole brew, never half way 

I'm back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe 

Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips 

When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all 

Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips 

When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all 

They say one man's trash is the next man's treasure 

Next man pain be the other man's pleasure 

Whatever you wanna drink ma we bought the bar out 

Last cats to call out, who wan' fall out? 

Worst case scenario walking, I hate talking 

Do the damn thing, let your dogs start barking 

Embracing the bass yeah who keep you laced 

With Hennessey to the face, tequila with no chaser 

Liks bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks 

Fucking smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits 

I just drop my shit, never stop serving 

Everything bump even the two-way versions 

I'm the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worst 

Survived starving to death and dying of thirst 

Come through, bring a home girl, double the fun bitch 

'Cause two heads is better than one, so let's go 

Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips 

When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all 

So, if Tash die tonight, rap music don't owe me shit 

I done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes) 

Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallon 

Of that strong shit that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen 

Profiling in the beat-up ass bucket like fuck it 

Bitch I make this car look good 

Knock on wood, knock on MC's just for practice 

'Cause y'all niggaz can't fuck with these drunken-ass tactics 

We stompin', romping niggaz 

With the bumpkin rhymes that keep the b-boys jumping 

Saying ho, ladies saying ow 

Get it now front row wipe that brew from your brow 

Cristal and malt liquor go down the same pipe 

You drink with us you probably piss in the bed the same night 

You throwing up on your clothes no hoes fo' sho' 

Now you on your back pointing at the sky with your toes 

Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips 

When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all 

Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips 

When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all 

Back, and, forth to the bar y'all