21 and Under

Lyrics

[Intro: Tash] "Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop" (12x) Hello Let me tell ya about Tha Liks See it, say it Ah, yo [Verse 1: Tash] I walked into a store I stepped straight to the freezer I grabbed some forty 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 my bag, totalled up my sums He said, "That comes to thirteen dollars," but I didn't have no ones I gave him twenty, in walked some shorties Eyes beemin' red headed straight for the forties 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 tryin' to tell em next time he'll ID em One was starin' at me, then suddenly it hit him That's that nigga from Tha Liks let's crack the forties with him They gave me daps they said I freak my raps They said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps Halfway finished, I asked em what their ages Cause they lookin' like, they barely out the puberty stages Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrassed He said they started drinkin' fuckin' around and went to Terrace It wasn't long before the forties was gone So as I turned around I told my young niggas 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' entertainin' 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," yeah sixteen years old Hangin' out drinkin' forties in the East Columbus cold As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow They all turned around and said, "You ain't shit Rico!" [Chorus: J-Ro, Tash] And I send this out once, for my niggas smokin' blunts Twice, for my niggas rollin' dice Three times, for my niggas bustin' rhymes So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times And we send it out once, for my niggas smokin' blunts Twice, for my niggas rollin' dice When Tha 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 [Verse 2: J-Ro] It was a Friday night, house party goin' on At my homies house, from dusk til 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 Alizé and ice I only had one mic, now imagine A gang of drunk MC's who wanna start rappin' One grabbed the mic and held on too long Baby I'm on the mic, and I'm on the mic *crowd boos* When I'm on the mic (Pass the mic, man, goddamn nigga) Doin' what I like, and when I'm on the mic Push came to shove, *bang* 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' [Chorus: J-Ro, Tash] And I send this out once, for my niggas smokin' blunts Twice, for my niggas rollin' dice When Tha 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 it out once, to my niggas smokin' blunts Twice, for my niggas rollin' dice Three times, for my niggas bustin' rhymes So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times [Outro: J-Ro, Tash] And I'm out, time to get busy As 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 Tha Alkaholiks [Skit] Yo yo, mic check one two one two Transmittin' live through the headphones, you know how we do it Low budget style For all MC's in the house I know how you feel I know you feelin' the vibe right about now Crackin' the forty, sittin' in the car, or at the club Bobbin your head to this album But yo, we gonna give you, we gonna give you a second to catch wreck Go ahead, get your freestyle on And you don't have to be 21 Rock that shit