Anotha Round lyrics

[J-Ro]
Yaa
Yeah
It`s the return of three drunk mothafuckas
Huh, yeah
It`s Tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaclucka
Uh-uh
What?

[Verse 1: J-Ro]
I`m sick like a sore throat swallow
Drunk act to follow
I`ll make the whole bottle hollow (What a ride)
Rollin` wit` a open container
And one in the chamber
Ten Likwit CD`s in the changer
Bettin` wages on the Lakers
Yo` squad is in danger
Hoes go two ways these days like my pager
Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro
Oh, you didn`t know? (No)
Well, fuck you then!
I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats
Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats
Got more ? than biceps, relax
Pure hoes jockin` in the studio flats
When I`m in the house, take off the wave cap for hats
Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat
Raised in the valley of the shadow of death
So I fear none, time to ?

[Chorus]
We are Tha Alkaholiks
It`s last call, can we get anotha round?
We are Tha Alkaholiks
And I know ya like the way it`s goin` down

[Verse 2: Tash]
So all the ladies to the Limo
It`s Tha Alkaholik car pool
Lyrics bang from thirty feet
To blow y`all niggas off your bar stool
We back, to wet`cha
The flawless, the wallus
Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks

[Tha Liks]
We the same three niggas that be makin` the noise
Doin` donuts in Ferrari`s, like some drunk hot boys

Do or die fool
Straight from the home of where we spark from
Where the weed`ll leave ya dizzy
Like a tranquelizer dart gun
The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown
Well, I made a million dollars off