The Get Down

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 ***** and slap some tailfeathers

Y'all ****** 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 s*it you on a reckless *****'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 ****** want my style and the b*****s want my money

[Chorus]

[E-Swift]

I'm a wax carnivore

Eat beats like meat, hope you like it raw

**** 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]