[{"id":9405184,"name":"Last Call","trackName":"Last Call","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: bartender and j-ro\n\nYo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\nAt two, you're through!\n\n{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n{bart} yo whassup man?\n{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n{bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n{j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n{bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n{j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n\nHey niggy, what time it is...\n\nVerse one: tash\n\nIt's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\nAnother rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\nThe alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\nFlips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\nI never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\nI failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\nNiggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\nI'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\nLoops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\nTha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\nFront, to the back, to the side, to the side\nAnd make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\nAnd I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\nOff the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\nBack to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\nThat's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n\nVerse two: j-ro\n\nI push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\nOh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\nManhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\nI push my fist through your grill\nI never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\nOn the nine inches of steel\nYou ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n\nChorus: tash, group\n\nLast call y'all {call y'all}\nCall y'all {call y'all}\n{last call, for alcohol}\nLast call y'all {call y'all}\nCall y'all {call y'all}\n{last call, for alcohol}\n\n[j-ro] yeah... word\n[tash] alkaholik style nigga\n\nVerse three: e-swift\n\nUh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\nFloat like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\nCooler than my man morris day in the winter\nThe dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\nSo pass the mic on the, down low\nNow go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\nAnd you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\nUnless you're in the studio making wack shit\n\nChorus\n\n[j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n\nVerse four: j-ro\n\nI got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\nSo mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\nI rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\nAnd splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\nIt's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\nWith this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\nRhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\nMany say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\nI'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\nYou never see me on the stage with a peon\nWhen we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\nWe slam, competition, scram damn\nCan we get along? nope.\nSwitchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\nCall me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\nOf these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n\nVerse five: tash\n\nSoul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\nIt's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\nDef jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\nYou better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\nJ-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\nCheck uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\nLet me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n\nChorus\n\n[j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\nUhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n\nOhh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35] Intro: bartender and j-ro\n[00:07.16] Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n[00:12.16] At two, you're through!\n[00:14.45] {j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n[00:18.37] {bart} yo whassup man?\n[00:19.22] {j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n[00:21.99] {bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n[00:24.83] {j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n[00:26.25] {bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n[00:28.24] {j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n[00:30.88] Hey niggy, what time it is...\n[00:31.83] Verse one: tash\n[00:32.42] It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n[00:34.34] Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n[00:36.90] The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n[00:39.58] Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n[00:42.27] I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n[00:44.82] I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n[00:47.43] Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n[00:50.22] I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n[00:52.91] Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n[00:55.59] Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n[00:58.11] Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n[01:00.63] And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n[01:03.77] And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n[01:06.06] Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n[01:08.83] Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n[01:11.33] That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n[01:14.18] Verse two: j-ro\n[01:14.59] I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n[01:16.70] Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n[01:19.34] Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n[01:22.66] I push my fist through your grill\n[01:25.26] I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n[01:27.59] On the nine inches of steel\n[01:30.02] You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[01:32.58] [\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n[01:35.48] Chorus: tash, group\n[01:36.16] Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:36.73] Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:38.63] {last call, for alcohol}\n[01:40.34] Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:42.17] Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:43.55] {last call, for alcohol}\n[01:45.79] [j-ro] yeah... word\n[01:47.88] [tash] alkaholik style nigga\n[01:50.63] Verse three: e-swift\n[01:56.26] Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n[01:59.30] Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n[02:01.97] Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n[02:04.48] The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n[02:07.01] So pass the mic on the, down low\n[02:09.87] Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n[02:12.40] And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n[02:15.35] Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n[02:17.34] Chorus\n[02:34.55] [j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n[02:37.77] Verse four: j-ro\n[02:38.98] I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n[02:41.54] So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n[02:44.47] I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n[02:46.97] And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n[02:49.98] It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n[02:52.23] With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n[02:54.83] Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n[02:57.88] Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n[03:00.36] I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n[03:03.12] You never see me on the stage with a peon\n[03:05.67] When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n[03:08.62] We slam, competition, scram damn\n[03:11.86] Can we get along? nope.\n[03:13.40] Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n[03:16.07] Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n[03:18.93] Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n[03:21.26] Verse five: tash\n[03:21.76] Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n[03:24.21] It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n[03:27.19] Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n[03:29.53] You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n[03:32.12] 'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n[03:34.67] J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n[03:37.32] Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n[03:39.73] Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n[03:42.34] Chorus\n[03:54.13] [j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n[03:58.89] Uhh ohhh shit! 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I'm outta here...\n  start_ms: 238890\n  end_ms: 261590\n- text: Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass\n  start_ms: 261590\n  end_ms: 268290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 268290\nplain: |-\n  Intro: bartender and j-ro\n\n  Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n  At two, you're through!\n\n  {j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n  {bart} yo whassup man?\n  {j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n  {bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n  {j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n  {bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n  {j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n\n  Hey niggy, what time it is...\n\n  Verse one: tash\n\n  It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n  Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n  The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n  Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n  I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n  I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n  Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n  I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n  Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n  Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n  Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n  And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n  And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n  Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n  Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n  That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n\n  Verse two: j-ro\n\n  I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n  Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n  Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n  I push my fist through your grill\n  I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n  On the nine inches of steel\n  You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n  [\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n\n  Chorus: tash, group\n\n  Last call y'all {call y'all}\n  Call y'all {call y'all}\n  {last call, for alcohol}\n  Last call y'all {call y'all}\n  Call y'all {call y'all}\n  {last call, for alcohol}\n\n  [j-ro] yeah... word\n  [tash] alkaholik style nigga\n\n  Verse three: e-swift\n\n  Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n  Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n  Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n  The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n  So pass the mic on the, down low\n  Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n  And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n  Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n\n  Verse four: j-ro\n\n  I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n  So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n  I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n  And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n  It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n  With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n  Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n  Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n  I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n  You never see me on the stage with a peon\n  When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n  We slam, competition, scram damn\n  Can we get along? nope.\n  Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n  Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n  Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n\n  Verse five: tash\n\n  Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n  It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n  Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n  You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n  'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n  J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n  Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n  Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n  Uhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n\n  Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass\n"},{"id":35020399,"name":"Last Call","trackName":"Last Call","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Make Room  EP","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: bartender and j-ro\n\nYo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\nAt two, you're through!\n\n{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n{bart} yo whassup man?\n{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n{bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n{j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n{bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n{j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n\nHey niggy, what time it is...\n\nVerse one: tash\n\nIt's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\nAnother rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\nThe alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\nFlips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\nI never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\nI failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\nNiggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\nI'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\nLoops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\nTha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\nFront, to the back, to the side, to the side\nAnd make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\nAnd I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\nOff the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\nBack to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\nThat's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n\nVerse two: j-ro\n\nI push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\nOh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\nManhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\nI push my fist through your grill\nI never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\nOn the nine inches of steel\nYou ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n\nChorus: tash, group\n\nLast call y'all {call y'all}\nCall y'all {call y'all}\n{last call, for alcohol}\nLast call y'all {call y'all}\nCall y'all {call y'all}\n{last call, for alcohol}\n\n[j-ro] yeah... word\n[tash] alkaholik style nigga\n\nVerse three: e-swift\n\nUh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\nFloat like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\nCooler than my man morris day in the winter\nThe dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\nSo pass the mic on the, down low\nNow go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\nAnd you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\nUnless you're in the studio making wack shit\n\nChorus\n\n[j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n\nVerse four: j-ro\n\nI got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\nSo mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\nI rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\nAnd splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\nIt's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\nWith this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\nRhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\nMany say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\nI'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\nYou never see me on the stage with a peon\nWhen we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\nWe slam, competition, scram damn\nCan we get along? nope.\nSwitchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\nCall me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\nOf these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n\nVerse five: tash\n\nSoul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\nIt's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\nDef jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\nYou better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\nJ-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\nCheck uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\nLet me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n\nChorus\n\n[j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\nUhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n\nOhh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35] Intro: bartender and j-ro\n[00:07.16] Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n[00:12.16] At two, you're through!\n[00:14.45] {j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n[00:18.37] {bart} yo whassup man?\n[00:19.22] {j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n[00:21.99] {bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n[00:24.83] {j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n[00:26.25] {bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n[00:28.24] {j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n[00:30.88] Hey niggy, what time it is...\n[00:31.83] Verse one: tash\n[00:32.42] It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n[00:34.34] Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n[00:36.90] The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n[00:39.58] Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n[00:42.27] I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n[00:44.82] I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n[00:47.43] Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n[00:50.22] I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n[00:52.91] Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n[00:55.59] Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n[00:58.11] Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n[01:00.63] And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n[01:03.77] And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n[01:06.06] Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n[01:08.83] Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n[01:11.33] That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n[01:14.18] Verse two: j-ro\n[01:14.59] I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n[01:16.70] Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n[01:19.34] Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n[01:22.66] I push my fist through your grill\n[01:25.26] I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n[01:27.59] On the nine inches of steel\n[01:30.02] You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[01:32.58] [\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n[01:35.48] Chorus: tash, group\n[01:36.16] Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:36.73] Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:38.63] {last call, for alcohol}\n[01:40.34] Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:42.17] Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:43.55] {last call, for alcohol}\n[01:45.79] [j-ro] yeah... word\n[01:47.88] [tash] alkaholik style nigga\n[01:50.63] Verse three: e-swift\n[01:56.26] Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n[01:59.30] Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n[02:01.97] Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n[02:04.48] The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n[02:07.01] So pass the mic on the, down low\n[02:09.87] Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n[02:12.40] And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n[02:15.35] Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n[02:17.34] Chorus\n[02:34.55] [j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n[02:37.77] Verse four: j-ro\n[02:38.98] I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n[02:41.54] So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n[02:44.47] I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n[02:46.97] And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n[02:49.98] It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n[02:52.23] With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n[02:54.83] Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n[02:57.88] Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n[03:00.36] I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n[03:03.12] You never see me on the stage with a peon\n[03:05.67] When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n[03:08.62] We slam, competition, scram damn\n[03:11.86] Can we get along? nope.\n[03:13.40] Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n[03:16.07] Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n[03:18.93] Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n[03:21.26] Verse five: tash\n[03:21.76] Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n[03:24.21] It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n[03:27.19] Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n[03:29.53] You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n[03:32.12] 'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n[03:34.67] J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n[03:37.32] Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n[03:39.73] Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n[03:42.34] Chorus\n[03:54.13] [j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n[03:58.89] Uhh ohhh shit! 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I'm outta here...\n\nOhh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35] Intro: bartender and j-ro\n[00:07.16] Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n[00:12.16] At two, you're through!\n[00:14.45] {j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n[00:18.37] {bart} yo whassup man?\n[00:19.22] {j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n[00:21.99] {bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n[00:24.83] {j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n[00:26.25] {bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n[00:28.24] {j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n[00:30.88] Hey niggy, what time it is...\n[00:31.83] Verse one: tash\n[00:32.42] It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n[00:34.34] Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n[00:36.90] The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n[00:39.58] Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n[00:42.27] I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n[00:44.82] I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n[00:47.43] Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n[00:50.22] I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n[00:52.91] Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n[00:55.59] Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n[00:58.11] Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n[01:00.63] And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n[01:03.77] And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n[01:06.06] Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n[01:08.83] Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n[01:11.33] That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n[01:14.18] Verse two: j-ro\n[01:14.59] I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n[01:16.70] Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n[01:19.34] Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n[01:22.66] I push my fist through your grill\n[01:25.26] I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n[01:27.59] On the nine inches of steel\n[01:30.02] You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[01:32.58] [\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n[01:35.48] Chorus: tash, group\n[01:36.16] Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:36.73] Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:38.63] {last call, for alcohol}\n[01:40.34] Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:42.17] Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:43.55] {last call, for alcohol}\n[01:45.79] [j-ro] yeah... word\n[01:47.88] [tash] alkaholik style nigga\n[01:50.63] Verse three: e-swift\n[01:56.26] Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n[01:59.30] Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n[02:01.97] Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n[02:04.48] The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n[02:07.01] So pass the mic on the, down low\n[02:09.87] Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n[02:12.40] And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n[02:15.35] Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n[02:17.34] Chorus\n[02:34.55] [j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n[02:37.77] Verse four: j-ro\n[02:38.98] I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n[02:41.54] So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n[02:44.47] I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n[02:46.97] And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n[02:49.98] It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n[02:52.23] With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n[02:54.83] Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n[02:57.88] Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n[03:00.36] I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n[03:03.12] You never see me on the stage with a peon\n[03:05.67] When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n[03:08.62] We slam, competition, scram damn\n[03:11.86] Can we get along? nope.\n[03:13.40] Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n[03:16.07] Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n[03:18.93] Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n[03:21.26] Verse five: tash\n[03:21.76] Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n[03:24.21] It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n[03:27.19] Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n[03:29.53] You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n[03:32.12] 'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n[03:34.67] J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n[03:37.32] Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n[03:39.73] Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n[03:42.34] Chorus\n[03:54.13] [j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n[03:58.89] Uhh ohhh shit! 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I'm outta here...\n\nOhh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35] Intro: bartender and j-ro\n[00:07.16] Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n[00:12.16] At two, you're through!\n[00:14.45] {j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n[00:18.37] {bart} yo whassup man?\n[00:19.22] {j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n[00:21.99] {bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n[00:24.83] {j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n[00:26.25] {bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n[00:28.24] {j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n[00:30.88] Hey niggy, what time it is...\n[00:31.83] Verse one: tash\n[00:32.42] It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n[00:34.34] Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n[00:36.90] The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n[00:39.58] Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n[00:42.27] I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n[00:44.82] I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n[00:47.43] Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n[00:50.22] I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n[00:52.91] Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n[00:55.59] Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n[00:58.11] Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n[01:00.63] And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n[01:03.77] And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n[01:06.06] Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n[01:08.83] Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n[01:11.33] That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n[01:14.18] Verse two: j-ro\n[01:14.59] I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n[01:16.70] Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n[01:19.34] Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n[01:22.66] I push my fist through your grill\n[01:25.26] I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n[01:27.59] On the nine inches of steel\n[01:30.02] You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[01:32.58] [\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n[01:35.48] Chorus: tash, group\n[01:36.16] Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:36.73] Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:38.63] {last call, for alcohol}\n[01:40.34] Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:42.17] Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:43.55] {last call, for alcohol}\n[01:45.79] [j-ro] yeah... word\n[01:47.88] [tash] alkaholik style nigga\n[01:50.63] Verse three: e-swift\n[01:56.26] Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n[01:59.30] Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n[02:01.97] Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n[02:04.48] The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n[02:07.01] So pass the mic on the, down low\n[02:09.87] Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n[02:12.40] And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n[02:15.35] Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n[02:17.34] Chorus\n[02:34.55] [j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n[02:37.77] Verse four: j-ro\n[02:38.98] I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n[02:41.54] So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n[02:44.47] I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n[02:46.97] And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n[02:49.98] It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n[02:52.23] With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n[02:54.83] Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n[02:57.88] Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n[03:00.36] I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n[03:03.12] You never see me on the stage with a peon\n[03:05.67] When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n[03:08.62] We slam, competition, scram damn\n[03:11.86] Can we get along? nope.\n[03:13.40] Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n[03:16.07] Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n[03:18.93] Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n[03:21.26] Verse five: tash\n[03:21.76] Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n[03:24.21] It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n[03:27.19] Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n[03:29.53] You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n[03:32.12] 'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n[03:34.67] J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n[03:37.32] Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n[03:39.73] Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n[03:42.34] Chorus\n[03:54.13] [j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n[03:58.89] Uhh ohhh shit! 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I'm outta here...\n  start_ms: 238890\n  end_ms: 261590\n- text: Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass\n  start_ms: 261590\n  end_ms: 268290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 268290\nplain: |-\n  Intro: bartender and j-ro\n\n  Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n  At two, you're through!\n\n  {j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n  {bart} yo whassup man?\n  {j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n  {bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n  {j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n  {bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n  {j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n\n  Hey niggy, what time it is...\n\n  Verse one: tash\n\n  It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n  Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n  The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n  Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n  I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n  I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n  Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n  I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n  Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n  Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n  Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n  And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n  And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n  Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n  Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n  That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n\n  Verse two: j-ro\n\n  I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n  Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n  Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n  I push my fist through your grill\n  I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n  On the nine inches of steel\n  You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n  [\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n\n  Chorus: tash, group\n\n  Last call y'all {call y'all}\n  Call y'all {call y'all}\n  {last call, for alcohol}\n  Last call y'all {call y'all}\n  Call y'all {call y'all}\n  {last call, for alcohol}\n\n  [j-ro] yeah... word\n  [tash] alkaholik style nigga\n\n  Verse three: e-swift\n\n  Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n  Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n  Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n  The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n  So pass the mic on the, down low\n  Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n  And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n  Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n\n  Verse four: j-ro\n\n  I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n  So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n  I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n  And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n  It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n  With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n  Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n  Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n  I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n  You never see me on the stage with a peon\n  When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n  We slam, competition, scram damn\n  Can we get along? nope.\n  Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n  Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n  Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n\n  Verse five: tash\n\n  Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n  It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n  Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n  You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n  'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n  J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n  Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n  Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n  Uhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n\n  Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass\n"},{"id":37868028,"name":"Last Call","trackName":"Last Call","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Make Room CDM","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: bartender and j-ro\n\nYo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\nAt two, you're through!\n\n{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n{bart} yo whassup man?\n{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n{bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n{j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n{bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n{j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n\nHey niggy, what time it is...\n\nVerse one: tash\n\nIt's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\nAnother rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\nThe alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\nFlips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\nI never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\nI failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\nNiggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\nI'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\nLoops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\nTha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\nFront, to the back, to the side, to the side\nAnd make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\nAnd I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\nOff the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\nBack to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\nThat's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n\nVerse two: j-ro\n\nI push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\nOh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\nManhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\nI push my fist through your grill\nI never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\nOn the nine inches of steel\nYou ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n\nChorus: tash, group\n\nLast call y'all {call y'all}\nCall y'all {call y'all}\n{last call, for alcohol}\nLast call y'all {call y'all}\nCall y'all {call y'all}\n{last call, for alcohol}\n\n[j-ro] yeah... word\n[tash] alkaholik style nigga\n\nVerse three: e-swift\n\nUh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\nFloat like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\nCooler than my man morris day in the winter\nThe dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\nSo pass the mic on the, down low\nNow go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\nAnd you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\nUnless you're in the studio making wack shit\n\nChorus\n\n[j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n\nVerse four: j-ro\n\nI got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\nSo mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\nI rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\nAnd splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\nIt's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\nWith this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\nRhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\nMany say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\nI'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\nYou never see me on the stage with a peon\nWhen we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\nWe slam, competition, scram damn\nCan we get along? nope.\nSwitchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\nCall me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\nOf these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n\nVerse five: tash\n\nSoul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\nIt's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\nDef jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\nYou better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\nJ-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\nCheck uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\nLet me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n\nChorus\n\n[j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\nUhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n\nOhh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35]Intro: bartender and j-ro\n[00:07.16]Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n[00:12.16]At two, you're through!\n[00:14.45]{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n[00:18.37]{bart} yo whassup man?\n[00:19.22]{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n[00:21.99]{bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n[00:24.83]{j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n[00:26.25]{bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n[00:28.24]{j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n[00:30.88]Hey niggy, what time it is...\n[00:31.83]Verse one: tash\n[00:32.42]It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n[00:34.34]Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n[00:36.90]The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n[00:39.58]Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n[00:42.27]I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n[00:44.82]I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n[00:47.43]Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n[00:50.22]I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n[00:52.91]Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n[00:55.59]Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n[00:58.11]Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n[01:00.63]And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n[01:03.77]And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n[01:06.06]Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n[01:08.83]Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n[01:11.33]That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n[01:14.18]Verse two: j-ro\n[01:14.59]I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n[01:16.70]Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n[01:19.34]Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n[01:22.66]I push my fist through your grill\n[01:25.26]I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n[01:27.59]On the nine inches of steel\n[01:30.02]You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[01:32.58][\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n[01:35.48]Chorus: tash, group\n[01:36.16]Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:36.73]Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:38.63]{last call, for alcohol}\n[01:40.34]Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:42.17]Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:43.55]{last call, for alcohol}\n[01:45.79][j-ro] yeah... word\n[01:47.88][tash] alkaholik style nigga\n[01:50.63]Verse three: e-swift\n[01:56.26]Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n[01:59.30]Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n[02:01.97]Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n[02:04.48]The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n[02:07.01]So pass the mic on the, down low\n[02:09.87]Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n[02:12.40]And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n[02:15.35]Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n[02:17.34]Chorus\n[02:34.55][j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n[02:37.77]Verse four: j-ro\n[02:38.98]I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n[02:41.54]So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n[02:44.47]I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n[02:46.97]And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n[02:49.98]It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n[02:52.23]With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n[02:54.83]Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n[02:57.88]Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n[03:00.36]I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n[03:03.12]You never see me on the stage with a peon\n[03:05.67]When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n[03:08.62]We slam, competition, scram damn\n[03:11.86]Can we get along? nope.\n[03:13.40]Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n[03:16.07]Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n[03:18.93]Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n[03:21.26]Verse five: tash\n[03:21.76]Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n[03:24.21]It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n[03:27.19]Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n[03:29.53]You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n[03:32.12]'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n[03:34.67]J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n[03:37.32]Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n[03:39.73]Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n[03:42.34]Chorus\n[03:54.13][j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n[03:58.89]Uhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n[04:21.59]Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass\n[04:28.29]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Last Call\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Make Room CDM\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro: bartender and j-ro'\n  start_ms: 1350\n  end_ms: 7160\n- text: Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n  start_ms: 7160\n  end_ms: 12160\n- text: At two, you're through!\n  start_ms: 12160\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: '{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!'\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 18370\n- text: '{bart} yo whassup man?'\n  start_ms: 18370\n  end_ms: 19220\n- text: '{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke'\n  start_ms: 19220\n  end_ms: 21990\n- text: '{bart} yo man don''t you think you had a little bit too much to drink?'\n  start_ms: 21990\n  end_ms: 24830\n- text: '{j-ro} ay just let me get one more man'\n  start_ms: 24830\n  end_ms: 26250\n- text: '{bart} yo man I''m lookin out for you man, it''s your 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I'm outta here...\n  start_ms: 238890\n  end_ms: 261590\n- text: Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass\n  start_ms: 261590\n  end_ms: 268290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 268290\nplain: |-\n  Intro: bartender and j-ro\n\n  Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n  At two, you're through!\n\n  {j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n  {bart} yo whassup man?\n  {j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n  {bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n  {j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n  {bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n  {j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n\n  Hey niggy, what time it is...\n\n  Verse one: tash\n\n  It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n  Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n  The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n  Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n  I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n  I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n  Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n  I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n  Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n  Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n  Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n  And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n  And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n  Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n  Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n  That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n\n  Verse two: j-ro\n\n  I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n  Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n  Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n  I push my fist through your grill\n  I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n  On the nine inches of steel\n  You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n  [\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n\n  Chorus: tash, group\n\n  Last call y'all {call y'all}\n  Call y'all {call y'all}\n  {last call, for alcohol}\n  Last call y'all {call y'all}\n  Call y'all {call y'all}\n  {last call, for alcohol}\n\n  [j-ro] yeah... word\n  [tash] alkaholik style nigga\n\n  Verse three: e-swift\n\n  Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n  Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n  Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n  The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n  So pass the mic on the, down low\n  Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n  And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n  Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n\n  Verse four: j-ro\n\n  I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n  So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n  I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n  And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n  It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n  With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n  Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n  Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n  I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n  You never see me on the stage with a peon\n  When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n  We slam, competition, scram damn\n  Can we get along? nope.\n  Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n  Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n  Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n\n  Verse five: tash\n\n  Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n  It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n  Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n  You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n  'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n  J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n  Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n  Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n  Uhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n\n  Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass\n"},{"id":39384412,"name":"Last Call","trackName":"Last Call","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 And Over","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: bartender and j-ro\n\nYo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\nAt two, you're through!\n\n{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n{bart} yo whassup man?\n{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n{bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n{j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n{bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n{j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n\nHey niggy, what time it is...\n\nVerse one: tash\n\nIt's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\nAnother rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\nThe alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\nFlips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\nI never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\nI failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\nNiggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\nI'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\nLoops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\nTha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\nFront, to the back, to the side, to the side\nAnd make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\nAnd I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\nOff the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\nBack to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\nThat's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n\nVerse two: j-ro\n\nI push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\nOh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\nManhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\nI push my fist through your grill\nI never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\nOn the nine inches of steel\nYou ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n\nChorus: tash, group\n\nLast call y'all {call y'all}\nCall y'all {call y'all}\n{last call, for alcohol}\nLast call y'all {call y'all}\nCall y'all {call y'all}\n{last call, for alcohol}\n\n[j-ro] yeah... word\n[tash] alkaholik style nigga\n\nVerse three: e-swift\n\nUh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\nFloat like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\nCooler than my man morris day in the winter\nThe dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\nSo pass the mic on the, down low\nNow go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\nAnd you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\nUnless you're in the studio making wack shit\n\nChorus\n\n[j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n\nVerse four: j-ro\n\nI got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\nSo mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\nI rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\nAnd splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\nIt's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\nWith this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\nRhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\nMany say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\nI'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\nYou never see me on the stage with a peon\nWhen we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\nWe slam, competition, scram damn\nCan we get along? nope.\nSwitchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\nCall me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\nOf these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n\nVerse five: tash\n\nSoul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\nIt's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\nDef jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\nYou better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\nJ-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\nCheck uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\nLet me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n\nChorus\n\n[j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\nUhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n\nOhh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35]Intro: bartender and j-ro\n[00:07.16]Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n[00:12.16]At two, you're through!\n[00:14.45]{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n[00:18.37]{bart} yo whassup man?\n[00:19.22]{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n[00:21.99]{bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n[00:24.83]{j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n[00:26.25]{bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n[00:28.24]{j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n[00:30.88]Hey niggy, what time it is...\n[00:31.83]Verse one: tash\n[00:32.42]It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n[00:34.34]Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n[00:36.90]The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n[00:39.58]Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n[00:42.27]I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n[00:44.82]I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n[00:47.43]Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n[00:50.22]I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n[00:52.91]Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n[00:55.59]Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n[00:58.11]Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n[01:00.63]And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n[01:03.77]And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n[01:06.06]Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n[01:08.83]Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n[01:11.33]That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n[01:14.18]Verse two: j-ro\n[01:14.59]I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n[01:16.70]Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n[01:19.34]Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n[01:22.66]I push my fist through your grill\n[01:25.26]I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n[01:27.59]On the nine inches of steel\n[01:30.02]You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n[01:32.58][\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n[01:35.48]Chorus: tash, group\n[01:36.16]Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:36.73]Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:38.63]{last call, for alcohol}\n[01:40.34]Last call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:42.17]Call y'all {call y'all}\n[01:43.55]{last call, for alcohol}\n[01:45.79][j-ro] yeah... word\n[01:47.88][tash] alkaholik style nigga\n[01:50.63]Verse three: e-swift\n[01:56.26]Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n[01:59.30]Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n[02:01.97]Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n[02:04.48]The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n[02:07.01]So pass the mic on the, down low\n[02:09.87]Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n[02:12.40]And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n[02:15.35]Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n[02:17.34]Chorus\n[02:34.55][j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n[02:37.77]Verse four: j-ro\n[02:38.98]I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n[02:41.54]So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n[02:44.47]I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n[02:46.97]And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n[02:49.98]It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n[02:52.23]With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n[02:54.83]Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n[02:57.88]Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n[03:00.36]I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n[03:03.12]You never see me on the stage with a peon\n[03:05.67]When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n[03:08.62]We slam, competition, scram damn\n[03:11.86]Can we get along? nope.\n[03:13.40]Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n[03:16.07]Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n[03:18.93]Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n[03:21.26]Verse five: tash\n[03:21.76]Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n[03:24.21]It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n[03:27.19]Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n[03:29.53]You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n[03:32.12]'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n[03:34.67]J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n[03:37.32]Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n[03:39.73]Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n[03:42.34]Chorus\n[03:54.13][j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n[03:58.89]Uhh ohhh shit! 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Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n  start_ms: 174830\n  end_ms: 177880\n- text: Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n  start_ms: 177880\n  end_ms: 180360\n- text: I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n  start_ms: 180360\n  end_ms: 183120\n- text: You never see me on the stage with a peon\n  start_ms: 183120\n  end_ms: 185670\n- text: When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n  start_ms: 185670\n  end_ms: 188620\n- text: We slam, competition, scram damn\n  start_ms: 188620\n  end_ms: 191860\n- text: Can we get along? nope.\n  start_ms: 191860\n  end_ms: 193400\n- text: Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n  start_ms: 193400\n  end_ms: 196070\n- text: Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n  start_ms: 196070\n  end_ms: 198930\n- text: Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n  start_ms: 198930\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: 'Verse five: tash'\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 201760\n- text: Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n  start_ms: 201760\n  end_ms: 204210\n- text: It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n  start_ms: 204210\n  end_ms: 207190\n- text: Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n  start_ms: 207190\n  end_ms: 209530\n- text: You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n  start_ms: 209530\n  end_ms: 212120\n- text: '''cause I''m about to act up, I couldn''t kick a verse'\n  start_ms: 212120\n  end_ms: 214670\n- text: J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n  start_ms: 214670\n  end_ms: 217320\n- text: Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n  start_ms: 217320\n  end_ms: 219730\n- text: Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n  start_ms: 219730\n  end_ms: 222340\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 222340\n  end_ms: 234130\n- text: '[j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling'\n  start_ms: 234130\n  end_ms: 238890\n- text: Uhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n  start_ms: 238890\n  end_ms: 261590\n- text: Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass\n  start_ms: 261590\n  end_ms: 268290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 268290\nplain: |-\n  Intro: bartender and j-ro\n\n  Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!\n  At two, you're through!\n\n  {j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!\n  {bart} yo whassup man?\n  {j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke\n  {bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?\n  {j-ro} ay just let me get one more man\n  {bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your life\n  {j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink\n\n  Hey niggy, what time it is...\n\n  Verse one: tash\n\n  It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up\n  Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up\n  The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers\n  Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders\n  I never drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink\n  I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink\n  Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco\n  I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco\n  Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches\n  Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches\n  Front, to the back, to the side, to the side\n  And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin\n  And I'm about to flip, but first I'm bout to sip\n  Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip\n  Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts\n  That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts\n\n  Verse two: j-ro\n\n  I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes\n  Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues\n  Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up\n  I push my fist through your grill\n  I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill\n  On the nine inches of steel\n  You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin\n  [\"k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin\" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]\n\n  Chorus: tash, group\n\n  Last call y'all {call y'all}\n  Call y'all {call y'all}\n  {last call, for alcohol}\n  Last call y'all {call y'all}\n  Call y'all {call y'all}\n  {last call, for alcohol}\n\n  [j-ro] yeah... word\n  [tash] alkaholik style nigga\n\n  Verse three: e-swift\n\n  Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis\n  Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze\n  Cooler than my man morris day in the winter\n  The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center\n  So pass the mic on the, down low\n  Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'\n  And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}\n  Unless you're in the studio making wack shit\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the house\n\n  Verse four: j-ro\n\n  I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)\n  So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh\n  I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do\n  And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz\n  It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me\n  With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me\n  Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway\n  Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j\n  I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon\n  You never see me on the stage with a peon\n  When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone\n  We slam, competition, scram damn\n  Can we get along? nope.\n  Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope\n  Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw\n  Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw\n\n  Verse five: tash\n\n  Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle\n  It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little\n  Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up\n  You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup\n  'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse\n  J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse\n  Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast\n  Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [j-ro] uhh... damn it feels like my bones is rattling\n  Uhh ohhh shit! I'm outta here...\n\n  Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass\n"}]