Tha Alkaholiks

Tha Alkaholiks - Party Ya Ass Off lyrics

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[Chorus: Tash]

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 (Y'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

[Chorus x2]

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 who's 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 dough

From Pacoma to Corona droppin hip-hop on ya

Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor, so

[Chorus x2]


My word is bond, your bond is ten percent

You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin rent

(Yae yay!) 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&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

[Chorus x4: to fade]
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