Last Call - Tash

Intro: Bartender and J-Ro

Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!

At two, you’re through!

Ay bartendah!

Bartender!

Yo whassup man?

Ay man, man let me get a… rummmmm an coke

Yo man don’t you think you had a little bit too much to drink?

Ay just let me get one more man

Yo man I’m lookin out for you man, it’s your life

Man I’ll hop over this motherfucker and get my OWN damn drink

Hey niggy, what time it is…

Verse One: Tash

It’s time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few MC’s up

Another rough cut, from the crew that won’t ease up

The Alkaholik click, AKA the forty downers

Flips rhymes like Calvin flips fries and quarter pounders

I never drink and drive cuz I might spill my drink

I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink

Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can’t fade the Cisco

I’m from the old school but I never rocked a disco

Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches

Tha Liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches

Front, to the back, to the side, to the side

And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin

And I’m about to flip, but first I’m bout to sip

Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip

Back to the lab cuz all I do is bang cuts

That’s why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts

Verse Two: J-Ro

I push one two’s when niggaz step on my shoes

Oh you haven’t heard the news I’ve been giving fools blues

Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up

I push my fist through your grill

I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill

On the nine inches of steel

You ask me what the K’s for, they don’t mean nothin

Chorus: Tash, group

Last call y’all

Call y’all

Last call y’all

Call y’all

Yeah… word

Alkaholik style nigga

Verse Three: E-Swift

Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis

Float like the wind, so all y’all can call me cool breeze

Cooler than my man Morris Day in the winter

The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center

So pass the mic on the, down low

Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'

And you don’t stop and you don’t quit

Unless you’re in the studio making wack shit

Yeah… that nigga Squid is in the house

Verse Four: J-Ro

I got a forty-four Mag with the clip (with a clip)

So MC’s watch your lip, cause I’m shootin from the hip ahh

I rip like Oprah, in tight jeans do