Turn Tha Party Out

Yeah Tha Alkaholiks

Ay J I got a crew

They called the Loot Pack

And they can get crazy fresh y'all crazy fresh y'all

My man Jack is about to get fresh y'all

Check the flavor here's a rootin' tootin' hydraulic trooper

Tha Alkaholik grouper in the house and when I bust the hula hooper

Peep my ish when I flips next I flash with the Cracker Jacker

A true Loot Packer

Gettin' versatile when I smile toastin' to the funk

All punks put your glass down or end up in the trunk

You wonder when my **** styles sound kind of varied

The Pictionary man with my backpack I'll Carey

Mariah took her back and show her how I Pack Loot

Kick lyrics on originally outtrack black in fact

People call me moody I simply knocks the booty

Pull up my hoody and then I bust a Sam Goody

******* on my woody cuz I likes to get the loosest

I eat ****** up and wash em down with deuce gooses

A Colt 45 cuz I gotsta rush the likwit

Tash from the group that the ******* wanna get with

I kick it from the East all the way to the West

Yes stay away from booze that puts the hair on your chest

And that's a little piece of advice for the kiddos

I bust more flavor than your teacher got dittoes

I keep it up to date or take it back like The Twist

E Swift is out of town so the Pack load the disc

So take your ass home good night the party's over

If your ass is drunk ride home with someone sober

Yeah

Tha Alkaholiks ah yeah the Loot Pack

The party's over it's all over

Nineteen ninety three

And this is how we kick it

I'ma wreck the neck conducting props like Randy Wrecker

The mecca licka mega hot mega mike checka

Call me diesel to the easel the weasel the wacky

The packy the Rikki Tikki the Taffy

One for the trouble two for the trouble

I gotta get snaps and spit raps on the double

On and on to the beat I wreck shop

Scoop a rumplestil skin then I'm out the brother with the clout

Be so dead on the loopa the super duper wrecka mic checka

I roll soul like an old trooper

I used to play football now I'm into rockin'

My rhyme is the tailback the track is the blockin'

My name is J Ro and I've been waitin' for ages

To let the world know what I've been writin' on the pages

I don't smoke sess it's rough on the West

Okay I confess I puff on the stress

I rip it when I wreck it when I mic check it

Brothers check the flav check the Alkaholik record

While I flip styles and rip styles and hit styles

And hit piles for miles of styles I still pile

The flavor flippin' funk bringin' diesel be the packer

A trooper loop scoop you like a hula hoop and smack ya

Like you stutter I ribbedy ribbedy ribbedy rip styles I'm comin'

The Loot Pack Tha Alkaholiks keepin' ****** runnin'

Runnin' yeah do that **** yeah

Turn the party out yeah yeah

Turn the party out c'mon c'mon

You think that you can fade this you must be out to lunch

They call me E Swift I'm from Tha Alkaholik bunch

I just downed a brew now check out one two

It's the Liks baby rockin with the Loot Pack crew

Funky like Con Funk Shun more style than Stylistics

I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so

Raise up off me or get snatched by the collar

The party ain't over till that fat ***** holler

I'm in the house so check the way I flow

****** say I'm fat everyday I say I know

But my head ain't swoll I stay down to earth

Never gangbang never claim the turf

But I drink a gang of forties ain't nuttin' wrong with that

Unless you go buckwild and start bustin' off your gat

Ay ***** **** that the party's over man

Everybody get they **** get the **** out