[Intro: (lady singing)]
It's goin down, liqour store
liquor store, its goin down,
Bouncin to the liquor store
Bout to purchase me a forty-O
Licorice paste, bootleg tape (licorice paste- used for callus removal)
Hat off the rack, battery for my DAT
Bill, blowin me up, Holly go and say the limo pickin me up
Now I got the plans, the freaky fans, finishin up
The wash, the wax, the chrome on my drop top Rolz*
Oh you know, we just, hangin
Niggas hit me up, pain in my fingers from all this wall bang'n
Men-tal on the wall, put some on a dub
Pull out a philly gut platinum club
Day-gu, lil hub and J-Dub shootin dice with the rest of the brothers
But I'm on TV breakin y'all motherfuckers
E'rybody gonna get some of that light
when they mobbin to the liqour store
[Chorus:]
Everybody's gotta get some light
(Mobbin to the liqour store)
Liquor store run, liqour store run, liqour store run
(Mobbin to the liqour store)
Yeah
But I ain't even there yet
Cuz there's still some more spots I'm gonna hit
Like that brick house on the corner, I've been lovin it a long time
mama san daughter but the sushi all mine
And I'm almost to her house and thangs
Seen dem, Jase tellin em, Lil' Jase servin em Tom Hanks (Tom Hanks- the movie "Big"/ serving them big)
Hey, I know I'm gettin closer
Peepin the homies, y'all sellin dope
And all of my pimp and hustlers
Yobosayyo, Yeah, waddup? (yobosayo- Korean for hello)
How bout lettin me hit those skins and then I'm gonna cut
I'm on my way to your mom's store, I gotta show
And me and Miss Sushi, 'ock you out about the dizzough
Sun is beaming, '96 summer
Aiyo Freeze, you got the be melting like a mutha fucka!
everybody, gonna get some of that light
when they mobbin to the liquor store
[Chorus (x2)]
Bail'n the liquor store
Now I done purchased me a forty-O
Liquorice paste, bootleg tapes
Hat off the rack, battery for my DAT
Dee gonna,steal some more, by the bread rack
Papa san at da doe, mama san prolly wanna grab her a gat
But e'rybody gonna get some of that light
when they up in the liqour store
for the show doe, double-stitched, sock
For the real neat team, never forgettin its knots
Hops, we be on some ol' hacknin, a whole packet of rubbers
And a video never play me unless it's murder
You can count my skrilla, bet yall want erry cent
I don't know about my homies, maybe them fools is been
1-2 all the way out to 10
We headed back to the nina ross,
And Im bout to set it off again
[Chorus: (x4)]
Everybody's gotta get some light
(Mobbin to the liqour store)
Liquor store run, liqour store run, liqour store run
(And I'm about to make a liquor store run)