Read My Lips

Read My Lips

Tha Alkaholiks

Back once again to wet up the whole area
Check my style out

Read my lips, my dick be makin' bitches leave tips
Castin' shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse
Cause the man that makes you jump like you the grand prize winner of a Lexus
I'm back again to test your reflexes
If you don't think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift
If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff
If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I
Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph
Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin' back to eighty-six
While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix
So my style be comin' at you more deadlin' than a cobra
With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober
Mind your biz while I rhymes like Biz to the tent
I slam like a fifth that stays hidden
Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances
And I don't have to sing to send these bitches into trances

[Chorus: x4]
I give the party people what they like
Somethin' hype, to keep em rockin' all night

Next it's, the man freakin' funky flow flexes
Bustin' in my All Day I Dream About Sexes
Walk into your living room there I am
Stroll to your kitchen there I am
Run to your backyard hm there I am
Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram
That's why you hate me, you can't escape me
You can't even erase me off your tape
We the A-L-K, H-O-L-I-K-S
Comin' like new pimps humps and stress to your chest
J, to the R-O, just rockin' on
I keep the party poppin' til a new day is born
The Alkaholik name won't change not a bit
I told you on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit
We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted
To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid

[Chorus: x4]

Punk MC's get bent, I'll leave a dent in what you sent
I got your city covered like a motherfuckin' tent
Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy
The way Ibust will get you dizzy like a VD
I hang with thugs I'm like drugs so why try me
I'm swift like Ozzie Smith, your flow ain't goin by me
He's a sufferin' succotash, throw him in the trash
Show him you the man that'll boom bash

I hold MC's up like money it ain't funny
When I leave em in the corner broke up like crash dummies
Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest
For the cardiac arrest, fuckin' with the freshest
Cause even on your best, I leave you like Ness
Cause I'm colder than a forty straight out the ice chest
So it's easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English
Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out my

How many alcoholics we got here in the house?
How many pot-heads we got? *cheer*
Same fuckin' assholes

Written by BROOKS, ERIC / ROBINSON, JAMES ANTHONY / SMITH, RICARDO DANELL
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.

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