21 And Under

Hello

Let me tell ya about The Liks

See it, say it

Ah, yo

I walked into a store, I stepped straight to the freezer

I grabbed some 40 ounces and a few Bacardi Breezers

I threw 'em on the counter then I went to find some chips

I'm thinkin' 'bout this bitch I'm 'bout to visit with the hips

I asked the counter person for the biggest box of Trojans

'Cause when I be on the pussy, I cause nuclear explosions

He put them in a bag, totaled up my sums

He said, "That comes to 13 dollars," but I didn't have no ones

I gave him 20, in walked some shorties

Eyes beamin' red, headin' straight for the 40s

Five foot three wannabe 2Pacs

They asked the man behind the counter for the Newport boxes

They stole some cans 'cause the man couldn't see 'em

'Cause he busy tryna tell 'em next time he'll ID 'em

One was starin' at me, then suddenly it hit him

That's that **** from The Liks, let's crack the 40s with him

They gave me daps, they said I freak my raps

They said their homie got some flows and twist off the beer caps

Halfway finished, I asked them what their age is

'Cause they lookin' like they barely out the puberty stages

Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrassed

He said they started drinkin', fuckin' around and wins at Terrace

It wasn't long before the 40s was gone

So as I turned around, I told my young **** to stay strong

Because no matter how you scan it, you're the future of the planet

You don't wanna be a rapper 'cause it's drainin' entertainment

Too much strainin' on your brain, I told 'em they don't need it

They hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you wanna get weeded"

(Man, call me if you wanna get weeded)

Yeah, sixteen years old

Hangin' out drinkin' 40s in the East Columbus cold

As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow

They all turned around and said, "You the shit, Rico"

And I send this out once for my **** smokin' blunts

Twice for my **** rollin' dice

Three times for my **** bustin' rhymes

So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times

And I send this out once for my **** smokin' blunts

Twice for my **** rollin' dice

When The Liks is in the house, we let you know, like, yo

If you hit me with a 40 black, I hit you with a flow

It was a Friday night, house party goin' on

At my homies house from dusk till dawn

Blunts in the air, plus kegs of brew

Some half-naked bitches gettin' pushed in the pool

In the corner was the DJ gettin' nice

Feelin' that shit off the Alize and ice

I only had one mic, now imagine

A gang of drunk MCs who wanna start rappin'

One grabbed the mic and held on too long

(I'm on the mic, I'm on the mic)

Pass the mic, man, goddamn, ****

Push came to shove, now he's gone

That's what happens when the liquor does your thinkin'

So keep this in mind when you're out there drinkin'

And I send this out once for my **** smokin' blunts

Twice for my **** rollin' dice

When The Liks is in the house, we let you know, like, yo

If you hit me with a 40 black, I hit you with a flow

And I send this out once to my **** smokin' blunts

Twice to all my **** rollin' dice

Three times to my **** bustin' rhymes

So they don't have to crime to make it through the hard times

I'm out

Time to get busy

We flow up out this piece

I ain't even mad, I ain't even mad

I ain't even mad at y'all

It's The Alkaholiks

Yo, yo, mic check, one, two, one, two

Transmittin' live through the headphones

You know how we do it, low budget style

For all MCs in the house, I know how you feel

I know you feelin' the vibe right about now

Crackin' the 40, sittin' in the car outside the club

Bobbin' your head to this album

But yo, we gon' give you

We gon' give you a second to catch wrecks

Go 'head, get your freestyle on

Don't need 15, 21, to rock that shit