Текст песни The Get Down - Tha Alkaholiks
Yeah,
Alkaholiks
Get
it
right
Alkaholiks!
[Chorus
x4:
female
voice]
You
gotta
get
up
to
get
down
[J-Ro]
Cars,
I
drive
so
laid
back
In
my
glass
house
bumpin
"Big
Payback"
James,
that's
my
name
don't
wear
it
out
All
these
ladies
wanna
know
my
whereabouts
Women,
I
love
e'rything
about
'em
You
cain't
live
with
'em,
cain't
live
without
'em
Dogs,
I
like
'em
big
mean
and
vicious
When
I
tell
'em
get
you,
you
gon'
need
some
stitches
Hip-Hop,
I
been
doin
it
for
years
Spent
a
lot
of
time
drinkin
too
many
beers
Clubs,
man
I'm
always
on
the
guest
list
And
I
don't
even
have
to
dress
up
my
best-est
Shoes,
man
I
have
so
many
pairs
From
Timbos
to
kroker
sacs
and
Nike
Airs
Guns,
I
really
don't
carry
But
I
gotta
lotta
homies
that
would
love
to
see
you
buried
[Chorus
x2]
[Tash]
Aiyyo
my
style
ain't
never
switch
I
serve
hook
to
hook
I'm
still
an
Alkie
in
my
ways,
I
never
shook
the
look
You
can
see
it
in
my
face,
I'm
here
to
cook
the
rooks
Promoters
lookin
at
me
funny
like
they
booked
a
crook
Sheeeit,
I'm
over
here
with
Clipper
chippers
With
a
gang
of
strippers
downin
these
liquid
mixtures
If
my
money
make
you
sick,
then
I
hope
you
feel
better
I'ma
grab
me
a
bitch
and
slap
some
tailfeathers
Y'all
niggaz
can't
even
spell
clever
While
I
take
my
time
and
write
from
the
heart
like
jail
letters
The
ice
might
fool
you
from
the
wrist
to
the
necklace
But
if
you
out
there
talkin
shit
you
on
a
reckless
nigga's
checklist
This
the
West,
where
Deebo
lives
Where
chicks
run
around
claimin
these
is
Rico's
kids
Uh-uh,
cause
everybody
wants
somethin
from
me
The
niggaz
want
my
style
and
the
bitches
want
my
money
[Chorus]
[E-Swift]
I'm
a
wax
carnivore
Eat
beats
like
meat,
hope
you
like
it
raw
Fuck
it,
I'm
the
next
Curtis
Shaw
Mixed
with
Marley
Marl
y'all
heard
thus
far
Spar
with
the
track,
so
my
wind's
up
to
par
Know
a
few
Alkies,
got
friends
at
the
bar
Get
the
club
jumpin
like
the
pumps
on
my
car
Front
and
back
like
the
strippers
that
star
Daaaaamn,
or
like
six-deuces
on
the
'Shaw
Might
tap
your
jaw
like
{?}
if
we
brawl
And
I
ain't
even
battlin
y'all
I
ride
the
tracks
that
the
others
just
straddle
and
fall
Platinum
plaques,
I
got
stacks
this
tall
Looks
like
I
got
Baby's
teeth
on
my
wall
I'm
+Hot
Boy+,
my
whole
click
sick
like
SARS
We
roll
through
and
plug
chicks
like
a
pause
[Chorus
x2]
1 Intro
2 Turn It up
3 Flute Song
4 Popular Demand
5 The Get Down
6 Get into It
7 Faded
8 Chaos
9 Hangover
10 Party Ya Ass Off
11 Handle It
12 On the Floor
13 Poverty's Paradise
14 Drink Wit Us
15 Do It
16 Over Here
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