yo last call last call last call for alcohol at two you re through ay bartender bartender yo whassup man ay man man let me get a rummmmm and 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 it s time to roll my sleeves fuck a few mcs up another rough cut from the crew that won t ease up the alkaholik clique aka the forty downers flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders i never drink and drive cause i might spill my drink i failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink niggas 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 cause all i do is bang cuts that s why i hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts i push one two s when niggas 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 to my skill on the nine inches of steel you ask me what the k s for they don t mean nothin  last call y all call y all last call y all call y all yeah word alkaholik style nigga uh i be one of dem niggas 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 last call y all call y all last call y all call y all yeah that nigga squid is in the house i got a forty four mag with the clip so mcs watch your lip cause i m shootin from the hip ahh i rip like oprah in tight jeans doin splits you need a repairman because your shits is on the fritz it s crazy a few mcs amaze me with this alkie style of rock mr spock couldn t faze me rhymin pays me but i do it anyway many say ay when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j i m so cool i drink forty ounces of freon you never see me on the stage with a peon when we on the microphone it s like jordan all alone we slam competition scram damn can we get along nope switchblade to the throat to mcs who ain t dope call me j ro the klepto cause i m steeling to the jaw of these half baked rappers trying to get raw soul in my strut muscle in my hustle it s just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little def jam comedy raps that make me crack up you better call the one time and tell em send a backup cause i m about to act up i couldn t kick a verse j ro say he got it bad so that mean i got it worse check uno dos crack a forty make a toast let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast last call y all call y all last call y all call y all uhh damn it feels like my bones is rattling uhh ohhh shit i m outta here ohh yeah tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass