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smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out\n\nJ-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry\nDevils wanna kill me but they don't wanna martyr me\nI spit philosophy with maximum velocity\nRelaxin' at the Odyssey I put it in the air like apostrophes\n\nI'm livin' out the prophecy\nTha Liks will win the game like Monopoly\nAnything less is atrocity\nCats get killed but not from curiosity\nGot somethin' to make 'em back off of me\n\nKnick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink\nFuck with me, I'll have you hurlin' in the sink\nI'm the type of nigga who be like, \"Fuck yo' couch\"\nWhile I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout\n\nHere's a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop\nWe too tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up\nYou need a better show, I think you better let it go\nIt's hard for a pimp but I got hustle an' flow\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out\n\nIs it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat\nThat got the bitches in the party feelin' light on they feet?\nI take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity\n'Cause I've been rockin' mics since Prince was fuckin' Vanity\n\nHonk honk, they bleepin' out my cuss words\nMy kids never see they think I'm cleaner than the suburbs\nBustin' is my life and you know I can't quit it\nI tried to pass the torch but Stylz lit a blunt with it\n\nTrippin', Likwit, Bishop Lamont\nAll we hear around here is niggaz bitchin' a lot\nI show up or blow up cause my spot is wild\nPut a hundred fuckin' thou on my homeboy\n\nStyliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous\nTrippin', pissin' on all your city monuments\nHittin' chicks from all the different continents\nGettin' lifted, crime we call it condiments\n\nNiggaz that I'm with is young black and prominent\nGun packin' dominant, we run with the obvious\nWolfpack rush, better run like you're Donovan\nOr niggaz'll crack your head like they tryin' to cook omelettes\n\nDressed in all black, everybody look synonymous\nBack of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate\nAutomatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin'\nSit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin'\n\nMatter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon\nThe cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin'\nI'm an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free\nJust skeez another on the breeze\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hangover\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Firewater\n  duration_ms: 264406\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Geah, it's magic, let's get it\n\n  This is, vicious, bitches switches what I'm about\n  Lyrics is fire physics and niggaz look out\n  The 45 blows kisses aimed for yo' mouth\n  You can't deny 'em my wishes ambitions\n\n  Nigga naw never uh, uh am I fictitious\n  See I'm Eddie Murphy 'Raw' no tight ass riches\n  See these haters throw salt 'cause they superstitious\n  When it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin' fella\n\n  So like Morton's Salt, I brought an umbrella\n  That'll turn any mad dog into an Old Yeller\n  I call him Magnum P.I. like T-Tom Selleck\n  Nigga this is real life, you's a movie trailer\n\n  If this 'The Matrix' I'm the glitch, got Tha Liks in this bitch\n  Styliztik's got the bitches takin' flicks\n  This that next level shit, good lookin' E-Swift\n  I'm tryin' to take a piss, get off my dick\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  J-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry\n  Devils wanna kill me but they don't wanna martyr me\n  I spit philosophy with maximum velocity\n  Relaxin' at the Odyssey I put it in the air like apostrophes\n\n  I'm livin' out the prophecy\n  Tha Liks will win the game like Monopoly\n  Anything less is atrocity\n  Cats get killed but not from curiosity\n  Got somethin' to make 'em back off of me\n\n  Knick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink\n  Fuck with me, I'll have you hurlin' in the sink\n  I'm the type of nigga who be like, \"Fuck yo' couch\"\n  While I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout\n\n  Here's a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop\n  We too tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up\n  You need a better show, I think you better let it go\n  It's hard for a pimp but I got hustle an' flow\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  Is it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat\n  That got the bitches in the party feelin' light on they feet?\n  I take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity\n  'Cause I've been rockin' mics since Prince was fuckin' Vanity\n\n  Honk honk, they bleepin' out my cuss words\n  My kids never see they think I'm cleaner than the suburbs\n  Bustin' is my life and you know I can't quit it\n  I tried to pass the torch but Stylz lit a blunt with it\n\n  Trippin', Likwit, Bishop Lamont\n  All we hear around here is niggaz bitchin' a lot\n  I show up or blow up cause my spot is wild\n  Put a hundred fuckin' thou on my homeboy\n\n  Styliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous\n  Trippin', pissin' on all your city monuments\n  Hittin' chicks from all the different continents\n  Gettin' lifted, crime we call it condiments\n\n  Niggaz that I'm with is young black and prominent\n  Gun packin' dominant, we run with the obvious\n  Wolfpack rush, better run like you're Donovan\n  Or niggaz'll crack your head like they tryin' to cook omelettes\n\n  Dressed in all black, everybody look synonymous\n  Back of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate\n  Automatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin'\n  Sit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin'\n\n  Matter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon\n  The cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin'\n  I'm an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free\n  Just skeez another on the breeze\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n"},{"id":9404229,"name":"Hangover","trackName":"Hangover","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Firewater","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Geah, it's magic, let's get it\n\nThis is, vicious, bitches switches what I'm about\nLyrics is fire physics and niggaz look out\nThe 45 blows kisses aimed for yo' mouth\nYou can't deny 'em my wishes ambitions\n\nNigga naw never uh, uh am I fictitious\nSee I'm Eddie Murphy 'Raw' no tight ass riches\nSee these haters throw salt 'cause they superstitious\nWhen it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin' fella\n\nSo like Morton's Salt, I brought an umbrella\nThat'll turn any mad dog into an Old Yeller\nI call him Magnum P.I. like T-Tom Selleck\nNigga this is real life, you's a movie trailer\n\nIf this 'The Matrix' I'm the glitch, got Tha Liks in this bitch\nStyliztik's got the bitches takin' flicks\nThis that next level shit, good lookin' E-Swift\nI'm tryin' to take a piss, get off my dick\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out\n\nJ-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry\nDevils wanna kill me but they don't wanna martyr me\nI spit philosophy with maximum velocity\nRelaxin' at the Odyssey I put it in the air like apostrophes\n\nI'm livin' out the prophecy\nTha Liks will win the game like Monopoly\nAnything less is atrocity\nCats get killed but not from curiosity\nGot somethin' to make 'em back off of me\n\nKnick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink\nFuck with me, I'll have you hurlin' in the sink\nI'm the type of nigga who be like, \"Fuck yo' couch\"\nWhile I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout\n\nHere's a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop\nWe too tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up\nYou need a better show, I think you better let it go\nIt's hard for a pimp but I got hustle an' flow\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out\n\nIs it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat\nThat got the bitches in the party feelin' light on they feet?\nI take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity\n'Cause I've been rockin' mics since Prince was fuckin' Vanity\n\nHonk honk, they bleepin' out my cuss words\nMy kids never see they think I'm cleaner than the suburbs\nBustin' is my life and you know I can't quit it\nI tried to pass the torch but Stylz lit a blunt with it\n\nTrippin', Likwit, Bishop Lamont\nAll we hear around here is niggaz bitchin' a lot\nI show up or blow up cause my spot is wild\nPut a hundred fuckin' thou on my homeboy\n\nStyliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous\nTrippin', pissin' on all your city monuments\nHittin' chicks from all the different continents\nGettin' lifted, crime we call it condiments\n\nNiggaz that I'm with is young black and prominent\nGun packin' dominant, we run with the obvious\nWolfpack rush, better run like you're Donovan\nOr niggaz'll crack your head like they tryin' to cook omelettes\n\nDressed in all black, everybody look synonymous\nBack of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate\nAutomatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin'\nSit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin'\n\nMatter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon\nThe cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin'\nI'm an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free\nJust skeez another on the breeze\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hangover\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Firewater\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Geah, it's magic, let's get it\n\n  This is, vicious, bitches switches what I'm about\n  Lyrics is fire physics and niggaz look out\n  The 45 blows kisses aimed for yo' mouth\n  You can't deny 'em my wishes ambitions\n\n  Nigga naw never uh, uh am I fictitious\n  See I'm Eddie Murphy 'Raw' no tight ass riches\n  See these haters throw salt 'cause they superstitious\n  When it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin' fella\n\n  So like Morton's Salt, I brought an umbrella\n  That'll turn any mad dog into an Old Yeller\n  I call him Magnum P.I. like T-Tom Selleck\n  Nigga this is real life, you's a movie trailer\n\n  If this 'The Matrix' I'm the glitch, got Tha Liks in this bitch\n  Styliztik's got the bitches takin' flicks\n  This that next level shit, good lookin' E-Swift\n  I'm tryin' to take a piss, get off my dick\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  J-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry\n  Devils wanna kill me but they don't wanna martyr me\n  I spit philosophy with maximum velocity\n  Relaxin' at the Odyssey I put it in the air like apostrophes\n\n  I'm livin' out the prophecy\n  Tha Liks will win the game like Monopoly\n  Anything less is atrocity\n  Cats get killed but not from curiosity\n  Got somethin' to make 'em back off of me\n\n  Knick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink\n  Fuck with me, I'll have you hurlin' in the sink\n  I'm the type of nigga who be like, \"Fuck yo' couch\"\n  While I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout\n\n  Here's a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop\n  We too tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up\n  You need a better show, I think you better let it go\n  It's hard for a pimp but I got hustle an' flow\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  Is it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat\n  That got the bitches in the party feelin' light on they feet?\n  I take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity\n  'Cause I've been rockin' mics since Prince was fuckin' Vanity\n\n  Honk honk, they bleepin' out my cuss words\n  My kids never see they think I'm cleaner than the suburbs\n  Bustin' is my life and you know I can't quit it\n  I tried to pass the torch but Stylz lit a blunt with it\n\n  Trippin', Likwit, Bishop Lamont\n  All we hear around here is niggaz bitchin' a lot\n  I show up or blow up cause my spot is wild\n  Put a hundred fuckin' thou on my homeboy\n\n  Styliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous\n  Trippin', pissin' on all your city monuments\n  Hittin' chicks from all the different continents\n  Gettin' lifted, crime we call it condiments\n\n  Niggaz that I'm with is young black and prominent\n  Gun packin' dominant, we run with the obvious\n  Wolfpack rush, better run like you're Donovan\n  Or niggaz'll crack your head like they tryin' to cook omelettes\n\n  Dressed in all black, everybody look synonymous\n  Back of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate\n  Automatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin'\n  Sit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin'\n\n  Matter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon\n  The cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin'\n  I'm an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free\n  Just skeez another on the breeze\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n"},{"id":28073884,"name":"Hangover [feat. 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Styliztik Jones & Bishop Lamont]\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Firewater\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Geah, it's magic, let's get it\n\n  This is, vicious, bitches switches what I'm about\n  Lyrics is fire physics and niggaz look out\n  The 45 blows kisses aimed for yo' mouth\n  You can't deny 'em my wishes ambitions\n\n  Nigga naw never uh, uh am I fictitious\n  See I'm Eddie Murphy 'Raw' no tight ass riches\n  See these haters throw salt 'cause they superstitious\n  When it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin' fella\n\n  So like Morton's Salt, I brought an umbrella\n  That'll turn any mad dog into an Old Yeller\n  I call him Magnum P.I. like T-Tom Selleck\n  Nigga this is real life, you's a movie trailer\n\n  If this 'The Matrix' I'm the glitch, got Tha Liks in this bitch\n  Styliztik's got the bitches takin' flicks\n  This that next level shit, good lookin' E-Swift\n  I'm tryin' to take a piss, get off my dick\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  J-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry\n  Devils wanna kill me but they don't wanna martyr me\n  I spit philosophy with maximum velocity\n  Relaxin' at the Odyssey I put it in the air like apostrophes\n\n  I'm livin' out the prophecy\n  Tha Liks will win the game like Monopoly\n  Anything less is atrocity\n  Cats get killed but not from curiosity\n  Got somethin' to make 'em back off of me\n\n  Knick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink\n  Fuck with me, I'll have you hurlin' in the sink\n  I'm the type of nigga who be like, \"Fuck yo' couch\"\n  While I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout\n\n  Here's a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop\n  We too tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up\n  You need a better show, I think you better let it go\n  It's hard for a pimp but I got hustle an' flow\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  Is it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat\n  That got the bitches in the party feelin' light on they feet?\n  I take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity\n  'Cause I've been rockin' mics since Prince was fuckin' Vanity\n\n  Honk honk, they bleepin' out my cuss words\n  My kids never see they think I'm cleaner than the suburbs\n  Bustin' is my life and you know I can't quit it\n  I tried to pass the torch but Stylz lit a blunt with it\n\n  Trippin', Likwit, Bishop Lamont\n  All we hear around here is niggaz bitchin' a lot\n  I show up or blow up cause my spot is wild\n  Put a hundred fuckin' thou on my homeboy\n\n  Styliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous\n  Trippin', pissin' on all your city monuments\n  Hittin' chicks from all the different continents\n  Gettin' lifted, crime we call it condiments\n\n  Niggaz that I'm with is young black and prominent\n  Gun packin' dominant, we run with the obvious\n  Wolfpack rush, better run like you're Donovan\n  Or niggaz'll crack your head like they tryin' to cook omelettes\n\n  Dressed in all black, everybody look synonymous\n  Back of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate\n  Automatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin'\n  Sit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin'\n\n  Matter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon\n  The cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin'\n  I'm an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free\n  Just skeez another on the breeze\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n"},{"id":10270911,"name":"Hangover","trackName":"Hangover","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks featuring Stylistik & Bishop Lamont","albumName":"Firewater","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Geah, it's magic, let's get it\n\nThis is, vicious, bitches switches what I'm about\nLyrics is fire physics and niggaz look out\nThe 45 blows kisses aimed for yo' mouth\nYou can't deny 'em my wishes ambitions\n\nNigga naw never uh, uh am I fictitious\nSee I'm Eddie Murphy 'Raw' no tight ass riches\nSee these haters throw salt 'cause they superstitious\nWhen it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin' fella\n\nSo like Morton's Salt, I brought an umbrella\nThat'll turn any mad dog into an Old Yeller\nI call him Magnum P.I. like T-Tom Selleck\nNigga this is real life, you's a movie trailer\n\nIf this 'The Matrix' I'm the glitch, got Tha Liks in this bitch\nStyliztik's got the bitches takin' flicks\nThis that next level shit, good lookin' E-Swift\nI'm tryin' to take a piss, get off my dick\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out\n\nJ-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry\nDevils wanna kill me but they don't wanna martyr me\nI spit philosophy with maximum velocity\nRelaxin' at the Odyssey I put it in the air like apostrophes\n\nI'm livin' out the prophecy\nTha Liks will win the game like Monopoly\nAnything less is atrocity\nCats get killed but not from curiosity\nGot somethin' to make 'em back off of me\n\nKnick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink\nFuck with me, I'll have you hurlin' in the sink\nI'm the type of nigga who be like, \"Fuck yo' couch\"\nWhile I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout\n\nHere's a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop\nWe too tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up\nYou need a better show, I think you better let it go\nIt's hard for a pimp but I got hustle an' flow\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out\n\nIs it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat\nThat got the bitches in the party feelin' light on they feet?\nI take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity\n'Cause I've been rockin' mics since Prince was fuckin' Vanity\n\nHonk honk, they bleepin' out my cuss words\nMy kids never see they think I'm cleaner than the suburbs\nBustin' is my life and you know I can't quit it\nI tried to pass the torch but Stylz lit a blunt with it\n\nTrippin', Likwit, Bishop Lamont\nAll we hear around here is niggaz bitchin' a lot\nI show up or blow up cause my spot is wild\nPut a hundred fuckin' thou on my homeboy\n\nStyliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous\nTrippin', pissin' on all your city monuments\nHittin' chicks from all the different continents\nGettin' lifted, crime we call it condiments\n\nNiggaz that I'm with is young black and prominent\nGun packin' dominant, we run with the obvious\nWolfpack rush, better run like you're Donovan\nOr niggaz'll crack your head like they tryin' to cook omelettes\n\nDressed in all black, everybody look synonymous\nBack of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate\nAutomatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin'\nSit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin'\n\nMatter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon\nThe cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin'\nI'm an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free\nJust skeez another on the breeze\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out\n\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\nRoll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\nDo it all again 'til we all pass out\n\nPop the bottle 'til we all pass out\nSip the skunk 'til we all pass out\nDrink it up 'til we all pass out\nBeat it up 'til we all pass out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hangover\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks featuring Stylistik & Bishop Lamont\n  album: Firewater\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Geah, it's magic, let's get it\n\n  This is, vicious, bitches switches what I'm about\n  Lyrics is fire physics and niggaz look out\n  The 45 blows kisses aimed for yo' mouth\n  You can't deny 'em my wishes ambitions\n\n  Nigga naw never uh, uh am I fictitious\n  See I'm Eddie Murphy 'Raw' no tight ass riches\n  See these haters throw salt 'cause they superstitious\n  When it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin' fella\n\n  So like Morton's Salt, I brought an umbrella\n  That'll turn any mad dog into an Old Yeller\n  I call him Magnum P.I. like T-Tom Selleck\n  Nigga this is real life, you's a movie trailer\n\n  If this 'The Matrix' I'm the glitch, got Tha Liks in this bitch\n  Styliztik's got the bitches takin' flicks\n  This that next level shit, good lookin' E-Swift\n  I'm tryin' to take a piss, get off my dick\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  J-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry\n  Devils wanna kill me but they don't wanna martyr me\n  I spit philosophy with maximum velocity\n  Relaxin' at the Odyssey I put it in the air like apostrophes\n\n  I'm livin' out the prophecy\n  Tha Liks will win the game like Monopoly\n  Anything less is atrocity\n  Cats get killed but not from curiosity\n  Got somethin' to make 'em back off of me\n\n  Knick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink\n  Fuck with me, I'll have you hurlin' in the sink\n  I'm the type of nigga who be like, \"Fuck yo' couch\"\n  While I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout\n\n  Here's a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop\n  We too tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up\n  You need a better show, I think you better let it go\n  It's hard for a pimp but I got hustle an' flow\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  Is it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat\n  That got the bitches in the party feelin' light on they feet?\n  I take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity\n  'Cause I've been rockin' mics since Prince was fuckin' Vanity\n\n  Honk honk, they bleepin' out my cuss words\n  My kids never see they think I'm cleaner than the suburbs\n  Bustin' is my life and you know I can't quit it\n  I tried to pass the torch but Stylz lit a blunt with it\n\n  Trippin', Likwit, Bishop Lamont\n  All we hear around here is niggaz bitchin' a lot\n  I show up or blow up cause my spot is wild\n  Put a hundred fuckin' thou on my homeboy\n\n  Styliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous\n  Trippin', pissin' on all your city monuments\n  Hittin' chicks from all the different continents\n  Gettin' lifted, crime we call it condiments\n\n  Niggaz that I'm with is young black and prominent\n  Gun packin' dominant, we run with the obvious\n  Wolfpack rush, better run like you're Donovan\n  Or niggaz'll crack your head like they tryin' to cook omelettes\n\n  Dressed in all black, everybody look synonymous\n  Back of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate\n  Automatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin'\n  Sit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin'\n\n  Matter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon\n  The cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin'\n  I'm an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free\n  Just skeez another on the breeze\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n  Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up\n  Do it all again 'til we all pass out\n\n  Pop the bottle 'til we all pass out\n  Sip the skunk 'til we all pass out\n  Drink it up 'til we all pass out\n  Beat it up 'til we all pass out\n"}]