Party Ya Ass Off — Tha Alkaholiks
Intro
Say what? Say what?
Chorus: Tash
Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF Drink, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
(Whassup white girl?) Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF (Y'know you ain't got no ass to party off)
Tash
I know y'all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides All I can say is save some space for me (We the best that ever did it) And bow out gracefully Yeah - we three different solo careers about to blast off But right about now we bout to PARTY YA ASS OFF
Chorus
Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
Tash
While my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad With no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad I go grab the dollars while y'all askin who's is it Only bitches on the list, when the Likwit crew visits Xzibit that's my nigga, stop askin stupid questions I got too much time invested in these studio sessions Let's get the, show on the road, spot dates, award tours J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for
J-Ro
We in it for the love, we in it for the chippers We in it for the chicks walkin round in fuzzy slippers We on our final mission and we ready to blast off This ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click-clack flow The number one objective is to get that dough From Pacoma to Corona droppin hip-hop on ya Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor, so
Chorus
Tash
My word is bond, your bond is ten percent You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin rent (Yae yay!) You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through Out there startin shit like the King T interview
J-Ro
I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle You fake A&R's make me think it would be beautiful to throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle
Tash
All I know is rap labels is craps tables Put yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels My tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone
J-Ro
J-Ro, one thousand degrees I chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin beggin please Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for years Now we drinkin beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers