Turn It Up - Tha Alkaholiks

ALKIES — yeah we back

Gettin fucked up off this brand new track

They call me barfly, I sip the bar dry

You girls sing «My Guy» when I buy 'em a mai-tai

One time I earled all over my shit

But I came back with a new fit!

How you like me now?

I’m gettin busier

You only had two shots, I’m watchin you get dizzier

Who got my lighter?

Your pants on fire

I won’t stop buzzin 'til I retire

I’m from California all the way to Yorkshire

«Them niggas crazy like them Richard Pryor!»

I ain’t trippin, I’m just doin my duty

Just grab a cutie and start rubbin some booty

The ladies say you wanna mess with the land

Get on the floor and do the best that you can

Turn it up!

Everybody in the house just

Turn it up!

Go to the bar, pop a bottle and

(Dee-jay!) Yeah — uh, uh, uh

Turn it up!

All the ladies in the house just

Turn it up!

All the homies in the house c’mon

Turn it up!

We rollin somethin

Burn it up!

We poppin somethin

Turn it up!

We drinkin somethin

Fab 5 Freddy told me everybody high

This my third or fourth try tryin to tongue kiss the SKY

I’mma liar, I don’t smoke but I down my Coke and scotches

For the hardest artists out, everybody is watchin Koch’s

Tha Liks is in the building so we probably own it

When the neighbors say «TURN THAT SHIT DOWN» we Deftone it

Drunk or sober, these hoes is hangovers

Cause they hang all over Tash while I smash my Range Rover

They know me and Ro and E-Sweezy pop

Cause we been around the block like ZZ Top

It’s all fast cars and chicks while I walk with a big stick

By God he’s usin guns like the West coast Slick Rick

Pick your poison while me and my boys destroy 'em

With the Alkaholik sound that make 'em look for new employment

The answer to the West coast question is us

Everybody in the house come drink with uhhhhhhhhhs

It ain’t nuttin like Likwit music

Chop a beat up and then reuse it

Pop a bottle we can’t refuse it

We pour 'em, let you choose it

Everybody in the house turn your glass up

Party all night, we gonna party 'til the last cup

All the ladies in the house, get your ass up

(Hurry up, run!) To the floor before the last cut

We go hard, already off two fifths

At the bar, that’s how we do this

Gettin drunk and actin foolish

How many times I gotta prove it?

Turn it up!