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  • Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks - Hit And Run

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    [J-Ro]
    I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly
    Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly
    Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door
    I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four
    Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?
    The whole club was filled with the indo smoke
    E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin
    I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin
    So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin
    Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in
    Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep
    Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep

    [E-Swift]
    Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall
    Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol
    Starin at your chest, and I can only guess
    Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress
    Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice
    Stick around and watch us rock the mic device
    She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled
    I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble
    It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at
    She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back
    No sweat, I'll go out and get em
    Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em
    Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin
    Got the three hoes in the front row chillin
    That's how it be when you play high post
    Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost

    [Xzibit]
    This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week
    It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back
    Coolin at the crib one day
    I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour
    I finally ask her can a nigga come through
    She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said "Cool, I'm still comin over"
    I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe
    Ice cold, forty down in the freezer
    And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her
    How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer
    An hour later I was breakin her off
    In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in
    I got up and then I washed my shit
    Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split
    Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect
    Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check

    Chorus: Repeat 2X

    All I really wanna do
    Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through
    All I really wanna do
    Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash

    [J-Ro]
    I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray
    The club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day
    That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner
    Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina
    Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass
    I said my name is big game all in her face
    I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth
    Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth
    I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it
    Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet
    She said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah!
    Just let me know the time and I'll be there"
    I said, "I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake
    Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake"
    We got to the place I started stuffin my face
    Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste
    I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heck
    I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check"
    And the next move, you might think it's tasteless
    But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress

    [Xzibit]
    We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny
    The shit bitches do for money
    Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights
    I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight
    Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker
    Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her
    I said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties
    A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me
    You're trippin." Dip into the streets to chill
    Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways
    It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink
    Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer
    Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches
    Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self
    I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth
    You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass

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    Что-то вроде сильнее, чтобы сделать фанк длиться дольше
    Йо, это единственный, кто только что WeLp суки
    Думай, что они забрали меня, но вы получаете себя
    Я бомба, как стелс, и ударил выше своего богатства
    Ты почувствовал атмосферу, когда я постучал этой задницей

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