[{"id":9406339,"name":"Pass Out","trackName":"Pass Out","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[J-Ro] Ahh! Y'all niggaz finally came back with the beers!\n[Tash] We're the Alkaholiks in the house!\n[J-Ro] Slow ass niggaz!\n[Tash] Hey let's pass out some of this brew James\n[J-Ro] Better have some 40's and tall cans and shit\n[Tash] James let's pass some of this brew out, check it out, yo\n\n[Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n[Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n[Tash] A few for your crew [J-Ro] And this one's for you\n[Tash] One for you [J-Ro] But this here is my brew\n\n[J-Ro]\nIt's the beer drinkin, breath stinkin sniffin money\nI throw my hands up and say, \"It's good\" like Gene Tunny\nC'mere pull my finger, so I can let the funk flow\nE-Swift the funk bro, beats to make the trunk roll\n\n[Tash]\nWelcome to the house the one-times can't raid\nwhere I grab the mic trippin like my weed was sprayed\nSo to try to take what's mine you better be the smoothest criminality\ncause I'm deadly to the point I had to warn the Surgeon General\n\n[J-Ro]\nSo let the women know, they call Captain Slave-a-Hoe\nor J to the Ro, from Tha Likwit crew beer roll\nAnd speakin of crews, yo whose next to lose\nInstead of five mics, I'd rather have five brews\n\n[Tash]\nAnd if y'all niggaz peeped the news you saw the weatherman predictin\nthe rain was on the way because you know who brings Tha Likwit\nThe nigga risked it, rap exquisite down for housing\ncause I'm tryin to keep it pumpin til the year two thousand\n\n[J-Ro]\nand fourteen, we'll still be holdin down the scene\nComin fresh everytime like peas from Jolly Green\nEverytime we rock a show we send the crowd to detoxes\nTha Liks bring the flicks that kicks like six oxes\n\n[Tash]\nAnd I be rockin niggaz boxers like I'm DJ \"Run\"\nSo men and women rush my music like it's CK One\nSo of course I got it locked even my wackest two bitches\nlook flyer than the heinas and the lowrider bitches\n\n[J-Ro]\nAnd we left you all in stitches now we back like early morn\nWe comin back out on that shit like creamed corn\nwith that Likwit funk, won't stop until you say uhh\nI save a brew for you, fool, Only When I'm Drunk\n\n[Tash]\nSo what you sayin punk, even with a shipment of equipment\nyou still couldn't rock it cause you don't be comin different\nSo that bruisin you was cruisin for has just arrived\nwith the Olde English crack just to make it live\n\n[Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n[Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n[Tash] A few for your crew [J-Ro] This one's for you\n[Tash] Damn we runnin out of brew [J-Ro] Now what we gonna do?\n\n[both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\nRound the outside, round the outside\n[both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\n(So dosey do your partner!)\n\n[J-Ro]\nCan you feel it? YEAH\nIf you didn't have it would you steal it? HELL YEAH\nWell it's yours!\nMy rap skills are black like burnt hills\non the reals, I make the coldest nigga catch the chills\nLike the Buffalo Bills, you had your chances (that's right)\nPack your pots and pans, and fly your ass back to Kansas\nI should Diss You, wack rhymes are the issue\nI come up with hooks that'll pull out your tissue\nLike Tito, white kids think I'm neato\nI chop MC's up and throw em in my burrito\nWHAT? Never interrupt me when I'm speakin\nJust sit your ass down and say, \"Weallll\" like a Deacon\nFuck the trendy clothes I want the bankrolls\nYour style is funny like hoes with big butts and skinny ankles\n\n[Tash]\nAnd havin shoes or where their coats is, right under our noses\nCause Tash brings the chronic, so fuck a dozen roses\nTalk they feet out sweep em from the second that I peep em\ncause the women look so good I wanna take em home and keep em\nFreak em, but only with my Jimmy well protected\ncause I know you want it raw but I can't give it to ya naked\nSo chill for a second while I wreck it on the Audi\nCause I kick that kinda shit that leaves y'all bitches brains cloudy\nNow we, come to the payoff because I'm way off\nI fuck parties up like Ferris Bueller on his Day Off\nSo peep how I creep and how deep I dive\nwith the Olde English crack just to make it live\n\n[Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n[Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n[Tash] One for you [J-Ro] And this one's for you\n[Tash] Damn we out of fuckin brew [J-Ro] Then fuck it, then we through\n\n[both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\nRound the outside, round the outside\n[both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\n... once again\n[both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\nRound the outside, round the outside\n[both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\n... and we gonna fuck it up; motherfuckers\n\n[Tash]\nYeah that's right, go keep all your hoes motherfuckers\nIt's 1996, Likwit crew, Alkaholiks, King Tee\nXzibit, Phil Da Agony, Defari\nUhh, a.k.a. the Forty Downers\nWhat y'all know about this?\nWest coast hip-hop at it's motherfuckin finest\n(uhh, Phil Da Ag in the house)\nForty To Da Head in the house\n(X to the Z in the house)\nE-Swift on the beat\n(and Barber Shop in the house)\nNeed I say more?\n(West coast, East coast)\nHell no!\n(All over the world, and we out)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pass Out\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [J-Ro] Ahh! Y'all niggaz finally came back with the beers!\n  [Tash] We're the Alkaholiks in the house!\n  [J-Ro] Slow ass niggaz!\n  [Tash] Hey let's pass out some of this brew James\n  [J-Ro] Better have some 40's and tall cans and shit\n  [Tash] James let's pass some of this brew out, check it out, yo\n\n  [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n  [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n  [Tash] A few for your crew [J-Ro] And this one's for you\n  [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] But this here is my brew\n\n  [J-Ro]\n  It's the beer drinkin, breath stinkin sniffin money\n  I throw my hands up and say, \"It's good\" like Gene Tunny\n  C'mere pull my finger, so I can let the funk flow\n  E-Swift the funk bro, beats to make the trunk roll\n\n  [Tash]\n  Welcome to the house the one-times can't raid\n  where I grab the mic trippin like my weed was sprayed\n  So to try to take what's mine you better be the smoothest criminality\n  cause I'm deadly to the point I had to warn the Surgeon General\n\n  [J-Ro]\n  So let the women know, they call Captain Slave-a-Hoe\n  or J to the Ro, from Tha Likwit crew beer roll\n  And speakin of crews, yo whose next to lose\n  Instead of five mics, I'd rather have five brews\n\n  [Tash]\n  And if y'all niggaz peeped the news you saw the weatherman predictin\n  the rain was on the way because you know who brings Tha Likwit\n  The nigga risked it, rap exquisite down for housing\n  cause I'm tryin to keep it pumpin til the year two thousand\n\n  [J-Ro]\n  and fourteen, we'll still be holdin down the scene\n  Comin fresh everytime like peas from Jolly Green\n  Everytime we rock a show we send the crowd to detoxes\n  Tha Liks bring the flicks that kicks like six oxes\n\n  [Tash]\n  And I be rockin niggaz boxers like I'm DJ \"Run\"\n  So men and women rush my music like it's CK One\n  So of course I got it locked even my wackest two bitches\n  look flyer than the heinas and the lowrider bitches\n\n  [J-Ro]\n  And we left you all in stitches now we back like early morn\n  We comin back out on that shit like creamed corn\n  with that Likwit funk, won't stop until you say uhh\n  I save a brew for you, fool, Only When I'm Drunk\n\n  [Tash]\n  So what you sayin punk, even with a shipment of equipment\n  you still couldn't rock it cause you don't be comin different\n  So that bruisin you was cruisin for has just arrived\n  with the Olde English crack just to make it live\n\n  [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n  [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n  [Tash] A few for your crew [J-Ro] This one's for you\n  [Tash] Damn we runnin out of brew [J-Ro] Now what we gonna do?\n\n  [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\n  Round the outside, round the outside\n  [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\n  (So dosey do your partner!)\n\n  [J-Ro]\n  Can you feel it? YEAH\n  If you didn't have it would you steal it? HELL YEAH\n  Well it's yours!\n  My rap skills are black like burnt hills\n  on the reals, I make the coldest nigga catch the chills\n  Like the Buffalo Bills, you had your chances (that's right)\n  Pack your pots and pans, and fly your ass back to Kansas\n  I should Diss You, wack rhymes are the issue\n  I come up with hooks that'll pull out your tissue\n  Like Tito, white kids think I'm neato\n  I chop MC's up and throw em in my burrito\n  WHAT? Never interrupt me when I'm speakin\n  Just sit your ass down and say, \"Weallll\" like a Deacon\n  Fuck the trendy clothes I want the bankrolls\n  Your style is funny like hoes with big butts and skinny ankles\n\n  [Tash]\n  And havin shoes or where their coats is, right under our noses\n  Cause Tash brings the chronic, so fuck a dozen roses\n  Talk they feet out sweep em from the second that I peep em\n  cause the women look so good I wanna take em home and keep em\n  Freak em, but only with my Jimmy well protected\n  cause I know you want it raw but I can't give it to ya naked\n  So chill for a second while I wreck it on the Audi\n  Cause I kick that kinda shit that leaves y'all bitches brains cloudy\n  Now we, come to the payoff because I'm way off\n  I fuck parties up like Ferris Bueller on his Day Off\n  So peep how I creep and how deep I dive\n  with the Olde English crack just to make it live\n\n  [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n  [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you\n  [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] And this one's for you\n  [Tash] Damn we out of fuckin brew [J-Ro] Then fuck it, then we through\n\n  [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\n  Round the outside, round the outside\n  [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\n  ... once again\n  [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\n  Round the outside, round the outside\n  [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside\n  ... and we gonna fuck it up; motherfuckers\n\n  [Tash]\n  Yeah that's right, go keep all your hoes motherfuckers\n  It's 1996, Likwit crew, Alkaholiks, King Tee\n  Xzibit, Phil Da Agony, Defari\n  Uhh, a.k.a. the Forty Downers\n  What y'all know about this?\n  West coast hip-hop at it's motherfuckin finest\n  (uhh, Phil Da Ag in the house)\n  Forty To Da Head in the house\n  (X to the Z in the house)\n  E-Swift on the beat\n  (and Barber Shop in the house)\n  Need I say more?\n  (West coast, East coast)\n  Hell no!\n  (All over the world, and we out)\n"}]