Flute Song

So exotic, so melodic

E-Swift

So motherfuckin' Alkaholik

If you see me and you know me

Come and holla at your homie

And show me some love

If you see me and you know me

Come and holla at your homie

And roll me some bud

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

At least buy a **** a drink or somethin'

Party people

Woo

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

Let me explain it

Ayo, guns don't kill people, people kill people

Tash, he cracks hoes 'cause Rico's still Rico

Swift is still Sweezy, Grams is still J-Ro

We still don't give a fuck, so don't move until we say so

Alright, do your dance

While I bust like Christian Slater in True Romance

Let's get it on, motherfuckers, time is tickin' in here

I'm on the same shit as Luda, strictly chicken and beer

What a diet, you should try it, Tash rock like Quiet Riot

If I'm buyin' out the bar, that means I'm really tryna buy it

If I'm lyin' I'm flyin', half y'all **** don't deserve me

Holla if you heard me, holla if y'all **** can't serve me

From the pit to the booth

Katastrophe is like Beanie, straight spittin' The Truth

Six album's the proof a ****'s workin' harder at it

We've been doin' this since Raider hats, curls and starter jackets

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

Sing it

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

You know you can't party like us, so stop tryin'

You know you ain't shot nobody, so stop lyin'

We like to get money, get drunk and smoke weed

Tha Alkaholiks, ****, just what the game need

The licks get you spaced out, J-Ro never take the safe route

Bring beef to your house like a Chinese takeout

You couldn't see me if you was out back on a stakeout

If I went out the back of the Outback Steakhouse

With the Priest Holmes fake-out

Stay in the cut, like when Romes pulled a breakout

Girls wanna play house and play spouse

I just pull my snake out, tell 'em, play mouth

The kush make me fade out into oblivion

Green and moist like amphibians, deep in meridian

Mississippi, I'll get Missy tipsy

Sport Timberlands and Dickies in a spank-white crispy

Hoes are so tricky but I keep the upper hand

I bring sand to the beach and just leave with more sand

The Ro-Gram work hard to make 'em understand

Now they realize that I'm the man, and they're singin'

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

Sing it

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

You know you can't party like us, so stop tryin'

You know you ain't shot nobody, so stop lyin'

We like to get money, get drunk and smoke weed

Tha Alkaholiks, ****, just what the game need

Ayo, Cali's in the buildin', we collectin' the rent

We at the bar takin' shots like 50 Cent

Them **** is nice, don't think twice

I'm so cold, I ain't even gotta rock ice

I'm so real, every time I touch the mic

I'm certified sick, DJ's get the chills

When they play me in the mix, Alkaholiks

Your number one Westcoast hip-hop artist

Been puttin' shit down since the day we started

You won't realize it till we gone and departed

Made my mark, **** can't erase it

Trademark sound comin' straight out the basement

You can't replace it, too distinguished

Invest my money in gold like Olde English

E-Swift provided the beat and that's me

I might slang you a track and kick a verse for free

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

Sing it

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

You know you can't party like us, so stop tryin'

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

You know you ain't shot nobody, so stop lyin'

We like to get money, get drunk and smoke weed

(La-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

Tha Alkaholiks, ****, just what the game need

What the game needs

The Alkaholiks

What the game needs