- Votes:
- Composers:
- James Anthony Robinson
- Eric Brooks
- Rico Smith
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- See also:
Tha Alkaholiks - Party Ya Ass Off lyrics
Say what? Say what?
 Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
 Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off
 Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off
 Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off
 Whassup white girl?
 Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
 You know you ain't got no ass to party off
 But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks
 I know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale
 How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali
 Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies
 It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides
 All I can say is save some space for me
 We the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully
 Yeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off
 But right about now we bout to party ya ass off
 Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
 Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off
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 [Incomprehensible]
 Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
 While my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad
 With no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad
 I go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it
 Only bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits
 Xzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions
 I got too much time invested in these studio sessions
 Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours
 J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?
 We in it for the love, we in it for the chippers
 We in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers
 We on our final mission and we ready to blast off
 Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
 This ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow
 The number one objective is to get that doughTha Alkaholiks - Party Ya Ass Off - http://motolyrics.com/tha-alkaholiks/party-ya-ass-off-lyrics.html
 From Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya
 Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor
 So drink, smoke, party ya ass off
 Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off
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 Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off
 Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
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 My word is bond, your bond is ten percent
 You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent
 You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through
 Out there startin' shit like the King T interview
 I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle
 That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle
 You fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful
 To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle
 All I know is rap labels is craps tables
 Put yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels
 My tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone
 We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone
 J-Ro, one thousand degrees
 I chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please
 Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for years
 Now we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers
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