[{"id":37863573,"name":"Party Ya Ass Off (Acapella)","trackName":"Party Ya Ass Off (Acapella)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"The Flute Song bw Party Ya Ass Off 12\"","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say what? Say what?\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nWhassup white girl?\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nYou know you ain't got no ass to party off\nBut fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\nI know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\nHow J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\nHalf that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\nIt'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\nAll I can say is save some space for me\nWe the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\nYeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\nBut right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n[Incomprehensible]\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nWhile my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\nWith no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\nI go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\nOnly bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\nXzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\nI got too much time invested in these studio sessions\nLet's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\nJ-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\nWe in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\nWe in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\nWe on our final mission and we ready to blast off\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nThis ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\nThe number one objective is to get that dough\nFrom Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\nTha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\nSo drink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nMy word is bond, your bond is ten percent\nYou ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\nYou got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\nOut there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\nI'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\nThat's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\nYou fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\nTo throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\nAll I know is rap labels is craps tables\nPut yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\nMy tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\nWe been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\nJ-Ro, one thousand degrees\nI chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\nAlkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\nNow we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Party Ya Ass Off (Acapella)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: The Flute Song bw Party Ya Ass Off 12\"\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Say what? Say what?\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Whassup white girl?\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  You know you ain't got no ass to party off\n  But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\n  I know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\n  How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\n  Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\n  It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\n  All I can say is save some space for me\n  We the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\n  Yeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\n  But right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  [Incomprehensible]\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  While my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\n  With no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\n  I go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\n  Only bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\n  Xzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\n  I got too much time invested in these studio sessions\n  Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\n  J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\n  We in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\n  We in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\n  We on our final mission and we ready to blast off\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  This ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\n  The number one objective is to get that dough\n  From Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\n  Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\n  So drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  My word is bond, your bond is ten percent\n  You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\n  You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\n  Out there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\n  I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\n  That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\n  You fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\n  To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\n  All I know is rap labels is craps tables\n  Put yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\n  My tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\n  We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\n  J-Ro, one thousand degrees\n  I chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\n  Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\n  Now we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n"},{"id":25578424,"name":"Party Ya Ass Off (Acapella)","trackName":"Party Ya Ass Off (Acapella)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"The Flute Song BW Party Ya Ass","duration":228.362449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say what? Say what?\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nWhassup white girl?\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nYou know you ain't got no ass to party off\nBut fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\nI know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\nHow J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\nHalf that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\nIt'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\nAll I can say is save some space for me\nWe the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\nYeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\nBut right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n[Incomprehensible]\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nWhile my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\nWith no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\nI go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\nOnly bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\nXzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\nI got too much time invested in these studio sessions\nLet's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\nJ-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\nWe in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\nWe in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\nWe on our final mission and we ready to blast off\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nThis ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\nThe number one objective is to get that dough\nFrom Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\nTha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\nSo drink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nMy word is bond, your bond is ten percent\nYou ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\nYou got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\nOut there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\nI'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\nThat's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\nYou fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\nTo throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\nAll I know is rap labels is craps tables\nPut yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\nMy tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\nWe been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\nJ-Ro, one thousand degrees\nI chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\nAlkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\nNow we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Party Ya Ass Off (Acapella)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: The Flute Song BW Party Ya Ass\n  duration_ms: 228362\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Say what? Say what?\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Whassup white girl?\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  You know you ain't got no ass to party off\n  But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\n  I know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\n  How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\n  Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\n  It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\n  All I can say is save some space for me\n  We the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\n  Yeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\n  But right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  [Incomprehensible]\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  While my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\n  With no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\n  I go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\n  Only bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\n  Xzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\n  I got too much time invested in these studio sessions\n  Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\n  J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\n  We in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\n  We in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\n  We on our final mission and we ready to blast off\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  This ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\n  The number one objective is to get that dough\n  From Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\n  Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\n  So drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  My word is bond, your bond is ten percent\n  You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\n  You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\n  Out there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\n  I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\n  That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\n  You fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\n  To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\n  All I know is rap labels is craps tables\n  Put yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\n  My tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\n  We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\n  J-Ro, one thousand degrees\n  I chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\n  Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\n  Now we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n"},{"id":30585581,"name":"Party Ya Ass Off","trackName":"Party Ya Ass Off","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Bar Tab","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say what? Say what?\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nWhassup white girl?\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nYou know you ain't got no ass to party off\nBut fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\nI know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\nHow J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\nHalf that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\nIt'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\nAll I can say is save some space for me\nWe the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\nYeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\nBut right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n[Incomprehensible]\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nWhile my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\nWith no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\nI go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\nOnly bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\nXzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\nI got too much time invested in these studio sessions\nLet's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\nJ-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\nWe in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\nWe in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\nWe on our final mission and we ready to blast off\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nThis ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\nThe number one objective is to get that dough\nFrom Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\nTha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\nSo drink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nMy word is bond, your bond is ten percent\nYou ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\nYou got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\nOut there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\nI'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\nThat's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\nYou fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\nTo throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\nAll I know is rap labels is craps tables\nPut yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\nMy tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\nWe been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\nJ-Ro, one thousand degrees\nI chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\nAlkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\nNow we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Party Ya Ass Off\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Bar Tab\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Say what? Say what?\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Whassup white girl?\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  You know you ain't got no ass to party off\n  But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\n  I know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\n  How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\n  Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\n  It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\n  All I can say is save some space for me\n  We the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\n  Yeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\n  But right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  [Incomprehensible]\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  While my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\n  With no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\n  I go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\n  Only bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\n  Xzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\n  I got too much time invested in these studio sessions\n  Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\n  J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\n  We in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\n  We in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\n  We on our final mission and we ready to blast off\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  This ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\n  The number one objective is to get that dough\n  From Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\n  Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\n  So drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  My word is bond, your bond is ten percent\n  You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\n  You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\n  Out there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\n  I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\n  That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\n  You fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\n  To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\n  All I know is rap labels is craps tables\n  Put yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\n  My tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\n  We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\n  J-Ro, one thousand degrees\n  I chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\n  Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\n  Now we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n"},{"id":20989865,"name":"Party Ya Ass Off","trackName":"Party Ya Ass Off","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Firewater","duration":229.320272,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say what? Say what?\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nWhassup white girl?\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nYou know you ain't got no ass to party off\nBut fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\nI know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\nHow J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\nHalf that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\nIt'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\nAll I can say is save some space for me\nWe the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\nYeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\nBut right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n[Incomprehensible]\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nWhile my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\nWith no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\nI go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\nOnly bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\nXzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\nI got too much time invested in these studio sessions\nLet's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\nJ-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\nWe in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\nWe in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\nWe on our final mission and we ready to blast off\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nThis ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\nThe number one objective is to get that dough\nFrom Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\nTha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\nSo drink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nMy word is bond, your bond is ten percent\nYou ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\nYou got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\nOut there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\nI'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\nThat's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\nYou fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\nTo throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\nAll I know is rap labels is craps tables\nPut yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\nMy tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\nWe been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\nJ-Ro, one thousand degrees\nI chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\nAlkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\nNow we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Party Ya Ass Off\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Firewater\n  duration_ms: 229320\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Say what? Say what?\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Whassup white girl?\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  You know you ain't got no ass to party off\n  But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\n  I know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\n  How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\n  Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\n  It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\n  All I can say is save some space for me\n  We the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\n  Yeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\n  But right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  [Incomprehensible]\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  While my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\n  With no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\n  I go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\n  Only bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\n  Xzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\n  I got too much time invested in these studio sessions\n  Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\n  J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\n  We in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\n  We in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\n  We on our final mission and we ready to blast off\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  This ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\n  The number one objective is to get that dough\n  From Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\n  Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\n  So drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  My word is bond, your bond is ten percent\n  You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\n  You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\n  Out there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\n  I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\n  That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\n  You fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\n  To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\n  All I know is rap labels is craps tables\n  Put yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\n  My tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\n  We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\n  J-Ro, one thousand degrees\n  I chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\n  Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\n  Now we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n"},{"id":9762768,"name":"Party Ya Ass Off","trackName":"Party Ya Ass Off","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Firewater","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say what? Say what?\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nWhassup white girl?\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nYou know you ain't got no ass to party off\nBut fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\nI know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\nHow J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\nHalf that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\nIt'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\nAll I can say is save some space for me\nWe the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\nYeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\nBut right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n[Incomprehensible]\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nWhile my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\nWith no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\nI go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\nOnly bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\nXzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\nI got too much time invested in these studio sessions\nLet's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\nJ-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\nWe in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\nWe in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\nWe on our final mission and we ready to blast off\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nThis ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\nThe number one objective is to get that dough\nFrom Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\nTha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\nSo drink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nMy word is bond, your bond is ten percent\nYou ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\nYou got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\nOut there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\nI'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\nThat's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\nYou fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\nTo throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\nAll I know is rap labels is craps tables\nPut yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\nMy tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\nWe been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\nJ-Ro, one thousand degrees\nI chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\nAlkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\nNow we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Party Ya Ass Off\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Firewater\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Say what? Say what?\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Whassup white girl?\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  You know you ain't got no ass to party off\n  But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\n  I know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\n  How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\n  Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\n  It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\n  All I can say is save some space for me\n  We the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\n  Yeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\n  But right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  [Incomprehensible]\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  While my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\n  With no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\n  I go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\n  Only bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\n  Xzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\n  I got too much time invested in these studio sessions\n  Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\n  J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\n  We in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\n  We in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\n  We on our final mission and we ready to blast off\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  This ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\n  The number one objective is to get that dough\n  From Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\n  Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\n  So drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  My word is bond, your bond is ten percent\n  You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\n  You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\n  Out there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\n  I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\n  That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\n  You fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\n  To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\n  All I know is rap labels is craps tables\n  Put yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\n  My tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\n  We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\n  J-Ro, one thousand degrees\n  I chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\n  Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\n  Now we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n"},{"id":9762770,"name":"Party Ya Ass Off","trackName":"Party Ya Ass Off","artistName":"Alkaholiks, Tha","albumName":"Firewater","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say what? Say what?\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nWhassup white girl?\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nYou know you ain't got no ass to party off\nBut fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\nI know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\nHow J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\nHalf that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\nIt'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\nAll I can say is save some space for me\nWe the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\nYeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\nBut right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n[Incomprehensible]\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nWhile my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\nWith no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\nI go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\nOnly bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\nXzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\nI got too much time invested in these studio sessions\nLet's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\nJ-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\nWe in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\nWe in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\nWe on our final mission and we ready to blast off\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\nThis ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\nThe number one objective is to get that dough\nFrom Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\nTha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\nSo drink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nMy word is bond, your bond is ten percent\nYou ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\nYou got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\nOut there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\nI'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\nThat's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\nYou fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\nTo throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\nAll I know is rap labels is craps tables\nPut yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\nMy tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\nWe been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\nJ-Ro, one thousand degrees\nI chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\nAlkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\nNow we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\nDrink, smoke, party ya ass off\nDrink, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\nDrink it, smoke it, party ya ass off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Party Ya Ass Off\n  artist: Alkaholiks, Tha\n  album: Firewater\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Say what? Say what?\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Whassup white girl?\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  You know you ain't got no ass to party off\n  But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks\n\n  I know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale\n  How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali\n  Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies\n  It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides\n\n  All I can say is save some space for me\n  We the best that ever did it and bow out gracefully\n  Yeah, we three different solo careers about to blast off\n  But right about now we bout to party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  [Incomprehensible]\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  While my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad\n  With no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad\n  I go grab the dollars while y'all askin' whose is it\n  Only bitches on the list when the Likwit crew visits\n\n  Xzibit that's my nigga, stop askin' stupid questions\n  I got too much time invested in these studio sessions\n  Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours\n  J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?\n\n  We in it for the love, we in it for the chippers\n  We in it for the chicks walkin' 'round in fuzzy slippers\n  We on our final mission and we ready to blast off\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n\n  This ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click clack flow\n  The number one objective is to get that dough\n  From Pacoma to Corona droppin' hip-hop on ya\n  Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor\n\n  So drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  My word is bond, your bond is ten percent\n  You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin' rent\n  You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through\n  Out there startin' shit like the King T interview\n\n  I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle\n  That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle\n  You fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful\n  To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle\n\n  All I know is rap labels is craps tables\n  Put yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels\n  My tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone\n  We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone\n\n  J-Ro, one thousand degrees\n  I chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please\n  Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for years\n  Now we drinkin' beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n\n  Drink, smoke, party ya ass off\n  Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n  Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off\n"}]