Alkaholiks - Anotha Round Lyrics

[J-Ro]
Yaa
Yeah
It's the return of three drunk mothaf*ckas
Huh, yeah
It's Tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaclucka
Uh-uh
What?

[Verse 1: J-Ro]
I'm sick like a sore throat swallow
Drunk act to follow
I'll make the whole bottle hollow (What a ride)
Rollin' wit' a open container
And one in the chamber
Ten Likwit CD's in the changer
Bettin' wages on the Lakers
Yo' squad is in danger
Hoes go two ways these days like my pager
Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro
Oh, you didn't know? (No)
Well, f*ck you then!
I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats
Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats
Got more ? than biceps, relax
Pure hoes jockin' in the studio flats
When I'm in the house, take off the wave cap for hats
Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat
Raised in the valley of the shadow of death
So I fear none, time to ?

[Chorus]
We are Tha Alkaholiks
It's last call, can we get anotha round?
We are Tha Alkaholiks
And I know ya like the way it's goin' down

[Verse 2: Tash]
So all the ladies to the Limo
It's Tha Alkaholik car pool
Lyrics bang from thirty feet
To blow y'all niggas off your bar stool
We back, to wet'cha
The flawless, the wallus
Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks

[Tha Liks]
We the same three niggas that be makin' the noise
Doin' donuts in Ferrari's, like some drunk hot boys

Do or die fool
Straight from the home of where we spark from
Where the weed'll leave ya dizzy
Like a tranquelizer dart gun
The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown
Well, I made a million dollars off