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Last Call
« on: October 02, 2006, 11:27:00 AM »
~Hook~ x4
It's the Last Call
Drink until your ass falls
all over the asphault to the point you can't walk

no stories stolen the parties goin, Corona's overflowin
she's showin me slowly by pullin me closely, she want's to roll with me
by breathin the seeds of weeds i'm feelin free to be me
each leave seems to sing things to the ones that happen to see green
it's sick how i spit, like i'm infected with shit
when a bitch has been hit by the dick it looks like her clitoris split
from dancing to drinkin, we getting tipsy and i'm thinkin
no sleepin, don't sleep in, time to be freakin, bitch it's the weekend
lose the clock, no time to watch your watch other options is forgot
the spots hot, shake it like you in shock just givin it what you got
dim the lights when i'm in sight no fights just relax tonight
it's the middle of the night no strife, just light ya pipes and you'll be alright
(just pass the pipe, act right and you just might alright)
don't hold back, just hold your sack, put a hold on the mac's
from just getting cracked to black on black no beef needs to be stacked
public announcement ain't the meaning of the track
no war in Iraq, just fiends in the lac, got that cognac, and a party that's packed

~Hook~ x4
It's the Last Call
Drink until your ass falls
all over the asphault to the point you can't walk

If you got your cups then fill them up
If you got your blunts then light them up

Slam hard on the hydrolaucs cause we want everyone watching us
just walking up your feeling nauseas cause our chronic be laced with the bombest stuff
If you free after being locked up, drop ya stuff and come rock with us
Mac on these hot broads before the cock blockers start poppin up
don't even drip on who's tougher, or who just might cut ya
just get your blood alchohol level the same as your social security number
fuck the others, you my brothers till the reaper takes me under
or till Zeus' thunder rips me asunder, and my last words have been uttered
the game's over, leave dazed on someone's shoulder
but it pays that for the last four days i've arranged for this hangover
in my pockets is a trace of Doja, in a place where i place my quaters
rev your motor, smell of vodka odor, hear siren's and fuck pulling over

~Hook~ x4
It's the Last Call
Drink until your ass falls
all over the asphault to the point you can't walk

I'm sparking the trees non-chalantly when i'm walking the streets
cops try and stop me, so i just drop my piece
not conceited, but you could never complete my accomplished feats
toss you off your feet while i'm rockin these awesome beats
in my mouth i taste some bitches spit, in my pockets is a strippers tip
took a piss and missed, a half bottle of Gin? can't believe i haven't finished it
shit! in a police station? i swear i'm innocent! fuck it where's the witnesses?
how can you prove that i drove into the police station with a liqour stench?
these questions you askin me, about my addiction to faster speeds
i was driving and along side me this bastard thought he could last with me!
that was a police cruiser?

~Hook~ x8
It's the Last Call
Drink until your ass falls
all over the asphault to the point you can't walk

Last Call...
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Two auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
~ Notorious BIG