Last Call

Yo last call last call last call for alcohol

At two you're through

Ay bartendah bartender

Yo whassup man

Ay man man let me get a rummmmm an coke

Yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink

Ay just let me get one more man

Yo man I'm looking out for you man it's your life

Man I'll hop over this ************ and get my own damn drink

Hey niggy what time it is

It's time to roll my sleeves **** a few mc's up

Another rough cut from the crew that won't ease up

The alkaholik click aka the forty downers

Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders

I never drink and drive cuz I might spill my drink

I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink

****** earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco

I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco

Loops from the group that likes to smack the *******

Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches

Front to the back to the side to the side

And make you dance with these ******* but no electric slidin

And I'm about to flip but first I'm bout to sip

Off the forty ounce of brew that I was saving for the trip

Back to the lab cuz all I do is bang cuts

That's why I hang around my group like a **** hang with nuts

I push one two's when ****** step on my shoes

Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues

Manhandling chumps that step up just to keep my rep up

I push my fist through your grill

I never became a gangsta thanks ta my skill

On the nine inches of steel

You ask me what the k's for they don't mean nothing

'K's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin'

Last call y'all call y'all

Call y'all call y'all

Last call for alcohol

Last call y'all call y'all

Call y'all call y'all

Last call for alcohol

Yeah word

Alkaholik style *****

Uh I be one of dem ****** known to drink a gang of brewskis

Float like the wind so all y'all can call me cool breeze

Cooler than my man morris day in the winter

The **** rhyme inventor rockin shows at the center

So pass the mic on the down low

Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'

And you don't stop don't stop and you don't quit don't quit

Unless you're in the studio making wack ****

Last call y'all call y'all

Call y'all call y'all

Last call for alcohol

Last call y'all call y'all

Call y'all call y'all

Last call for alcohol

Yeah that ***** squid is in the house

I got a forty-four mag with the clip with a clip

So mc's watch your lip cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh

I rip like oprah in tight jeans do

And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them ****s is on the fritz

It's crazy a few mc's amaze me

With this alkie style of rock mr spock couldn't phase me

Rhymin pays me but I do it anyway

Many say ay when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j

I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon

You never see me on the stage with a peon

When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone

We slam competition scram damn

Can we get along nope

Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't ****

Call me j-ro the clepto cuz I'm stealing to the jaw

Of these half-baked rappers trying to get raw

Soul in my strut muscle in my hustle

It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little

Def jam comedy raps that make me crack up

You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup

Cuz I'm about to act up I couldn't kick a verse

J-ro say he got it bad so that mean I got it worse

Check uno dos crack a forty make a toast

Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast

Last call y'all call y'all

Call y'all call y'all

Last call for alcohol

Last call y'all call y'all

Call y'all call y'all

Last call for alcohol

Uhh damn it feels like my bones is rattling

Uhh ohhh shit I'm outta here

Ohh yeah tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass