THA ALKAHOLIKS


Hit & Run Lyrics

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

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

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 the phone 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

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

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

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?

f**k 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' fools 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

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

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

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

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Songwriter(s): Alvin Joiner, Eric Brooks, Ricardo D. Smith, James Anthony Robinson
Publisher(s): Jvh Music, Alvin Joiner Pub Designee, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Liquid Music
Record Label(s): 1995 BMG Entertainment
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