Hit And Run

Alkaholiks

[J-Ro]


I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly


Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly


Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door


I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four


Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?


The whole club was filled with the indo smoke


E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin


I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin


So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin


Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in


Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep


Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep





[E-Swift]


Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall


Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol


Starin at your chest, and I can only guess


Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress


Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice


Stick around and watch us rock the mic device


She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled


I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble


It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at


She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back


No sweat, I'll go out and get em


Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em


Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin


Got the three hoes in the front row chillin


That's how it be when you play high post


Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost





[Xzibit]


This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week


It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back


Coolin at the crib one day


I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour


I finally ask her can a nigga come through


She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said "Cool, I'm still comin over"


I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe


Ice cold, forty down in the freezer


And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her


How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer


An hour later I was breakin her off


in each and every po