Because we wouldn't spend a cent on 'em
We bumrushin' the door in an un-orderly fashion
J-Ro, tell these niggaz where the fuck you sippin' at
I'm an Alkaholik but that's only one part of me
Politician in my mission, stack grands and spit crazy
Used to sell bombay and sip Andre
We drink a lot of beer so it's that West coast hip-hop
Aiyyo CaTash, a people person, shake hands and kiss babies
Dilly-dally, ran through an alley
Woo, Alkaholiks, let's get it crackin' y'all
Got the headbangin' beats, so nigga pass the aspirin
I can't shoot you with my knife, I can't stab you with my gun
West West like Kanye, I got the rhythm like Kwame
In your brain all day, it always happens that way
This is the year that we cash in
Catch me in Miami in the sun just baskin'
Huddle round your speaker, got the system blastin'
Ay J-Ro, teach these niggaz how to stunt
J-Ro, yo, I believe that's me
You also the most frosty, drink until we saucy
Runnin' through an alley in my corduroy flip-flops
Sip hops and barely 'til I pop an artery
Kick box our way out of trouble, just to bubble
I'm swift on the cut with my hands when I'm scratchin'
And we takin' everything, it ain't no need for askin'
Yo, my rhymes at parties, took out more MC's than brown Bacardi
I take the shuttle, no need for rebuttal
Feminine women, we be runnin' all up in 'em
Keep bitches up all night like black coffee
I'm rowdy, I'm cocky, I'm like Jeremy Shockey
Uh, huh, uhh, we in this bitch, no kickin' back
Got trees in my duffel, get a ride from the airport
He got bitches butt-naked in the swimming pool
Alkaholiks, West coast legends is the title
Then we send 'em home broke
My main man Tash is like Cool Raoul
Yo, I'm sippin' on the dock of the bay, puffin' on hay
And once you hear the Capital J, rap, it'll stay
The name is E-Swift, I move quick when I'm dashin'
I'm a giant in this game, y'all better back up off me
Meet us at the bar y'all, where everybody love you
But goddamn homeboy, where all the gin went?
Catch me in L.A. in the streets just mashin'
People gather round, J-Ro is on arrival
Say what? You up next on the Hennessey
I come from L.A., Cali, East side of the Valley
I roll with a tight crew like Mushmouth and Russell
Chillin' in my drawers in hotels like the Bible
My beats so fly, niggaz try to charter me
I'm totally gnarly
Yeah, you know Cinnamon, she hang with crazy Kim and them
I used to have a crush on Shante
They always in the club, tryin' to take a nigga's Benjamins
Yo, E-Swift, I don't think that you bent
So the only thing left is to hit you with the drums
Stumble through the crowd like excuse me, pardon me
Raised in the ghetto, sing songs called 'Survival'
Girls wanna grab my love muscle and suckle
