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


