151
Tha Alkaholiks feat. Xzibit Lyrics

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All bitches come and kick it with me
Weed smokers come and hit it with me
Alkaholiks come and sip it with me
Uh-huh, Alkaholiks come and hit it with me
(Tell 'em about yo'self Tash)
Alkies come and kick it with me
(I said tell 'em about yo'self Tash)
Say what folk? Say what? Aight, yo

I got a passion for fashion, fast cars and livin' triflin'
A sweet tooth for mic booths hoes and "Rap Life'n" it
Everybody know Big Tash is unstoppable
Flashy Tashy fly assassin poppin' everything that's poppable
Pop a collar, pop a wheelie, pop up at yo' house
Poppin' bottles in your lawn, tell your pops you're goin' out
Hip-Hop no doubt that's what it's about
But I'ma tell y'all niggas once, y'all better read my mouth
Fuck bein broke, 'cause bein broke ain't no joke
Broke niggas always askin to smoke
Let me bust y'all down with a West coast heater
If y'all girls is gettin' hot, throw on my wife beater
Drink a whole liter, get buzzed and clown
? might wobble but he don't fall down
Peace to Dogg Pound, let's have some fun
Tha Alkaholiks in this bitch off that one-five-one

[Chorus]
I, am a, Alkaholik nigga
Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
Move back I'm off that one-fifty-one right
Stumblin, throwin' up, just lost my eyesight
I, am a, Alkaholik nigga
Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
Bang hoes that want new clothes but get nada
Ah-hah-ha-ha, ha-hah-ha, ha-ha

Make 'em shout, now how the fuck we gonna work it out?
Turn it out, we'll smash and bang and blow a circuit out
Alkies, we heat the party to the third degree
Fuck with me, then I'll beat you down verbally
Here we come, Tha Liks ain't never been the ones to run
Just for fun, puttin' Remi in our water guns
Where ya at, puffin hash in the fuckin' ?
Fuck that, most rappers I don't even really feel 'em
Likwid MC's, flow like the breeze blowin' through the trees
You know my steez, I burn bleeds while I count my cheese
Aye yo, MackinRo ain't never punkin' out
Say bro, so nigga what the hell you funk about?
Where you from, you know the Pactown? is the city
Dee dum dum, but I'm known to get down to the nitty
Strip club, c'mere baby let me see your titties
Give me a dub, naw fuck that, nigga bring a fitty

[Chorus]

So for the next twenty seasons Tha Liks is gettin' even
While we "drop drop, drop, drop it like" it's freezin
Party down for no reason, I'll play hoop with the spins
I even celebrate the loss when the other team wins (YAY!)
Fuckin' with my friends, DJ Twinz and Red
You might catch that quick fast two-piece with no bread
(You heard what he said) Yeah loud and clear
Aye yo J where you at?

Tash I'm right the fuck here
Listen up, you standin' in the corner smokin' drinkin'
Empty cup, now you all fucked up with broken thinkin'
D.you.I., now how the fuck you gon' get home?
Don't even try, I hope you ain't gon' try to drive alone
Watch that curve, 'cause if you do you might lose control
You start to swerve, cruisin' wrappin' shit around a pole
It ain't your day, you in a wheelchair like oh no!
Now you say, I was gonna go professional

[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "151" by Tha Alkaholiks feat. Xzibit is an ode to partying, drinking, and living life to the fullest. The lyrics brag about their love for "fast cars and living triflin" while encouraging their friends to come and kick it with them. The chorus repeats the line "I am an Alkaholik" as a declaration of their drinking prowess, and the verses continue to describe how the party is taken to the next level with their presence. They boast about their ability to consume a whole liter of liquor, pop bottles, and hit the club in their wife-beaters. They even playfully threaten to beat down anyone who crosses them or try to bring them down with their verbal skills. The song's catchy beat and party vibe celebrate the carefree lifestyle that they are living, and it invites listeners to join in on the fun.

One interesting fact about "151" is that Tha Alkaholiks and Xzibit were labelmates on Loud Records, which released the song in 1997. The song was produced by E-Swift, who was also a member of Tha Alkaholiks. Another interesting fact is that "151" was one of the first popular songs to reference the liquor "Bacardi 151," which has a notoriously high alcohol content. The song's title and chorus reflect the high-proof liquor's effect, as the lyrics mention stumbling, throwing up, and losing eyesight after drinking it. Tha Alkaholiks also released a music video for the song, which features the group partying in a club and rapping in front of a liquor store. The video showcases their fun-loving personalities, which are reflected in the song's lyrics.

Line by Line Meaning

All bitches come and kick it with me
Women are welcome to hang out with me

Weed smokers come and hit it with me
Marijuana smokers are welcome to smoke with me

Alkaholiks come and sip it with me
People who like alcohol are welcome to drink with me

Uh-huh, Alkaholiks come and hit it with me
Yes, those who love alcohol can join me

Alkies come and kick it with me
Alcoholics are welcome to hang out with me

I got a passion for fashion, fast cars and livin' triflin'
I love clothes, fast cars, and living recklessly

A sweet tooth for mic booths hoes and "Rap Life'n" it
I love rapping, women, and the rap lifestyle

Everybody know Big Tash is unstoppable
Everyone knows that I'm unstoppable

Flashy Tashy fly assassin poppin' everything that's poppable
I'm flash, fly, and unstoppable, and I can have anything I want

Pop a collar, pop a wheelie, pop up at yo' house
I can pop my collar, show off on a motorcycle, and show up at your house unannounced

Poppin' bottles in your lawn, tell your pops you're goin' out
I'll drink alcohol on your lawn and tell your dad that I'm leaving

Hip-Hop no doubt that's what it's about
Hip-hop music is what it's all about

But I'ma tell y'all niggas once, y'all better read my mouth
Listen carefully to what I'm saying

Fuck bein broke, 'cause bein broke ain't no joke
I don't want to be poor, it's not funny

Broke niggas always askin to smoke
Poor people always ask to smoke with me

Let me bust y'all down with a West coast heater
Let me tell you about a hot West coast song

If y'all girls is gettin' hot, throw on my wife beater
If your girlfriend is getting too hot, give her my undershirt to wear

Drink a whole liter, get buzzed and clown
Drink a lot of alcohol, get tipsy, and have fun

? might wobble but he don't fall down
I may be unsteady, but I won't completely fall over

Peace to Dogg Pound, let's have some fun
Shoutout to Dogg Pound, let's enjoy ourselves

Tha Alkaholiks in this bitch off that one-five-one
Tha Alkaholiks are here, drinking 151 proof alcohol

I am a Alkaholik nigga
I am an alcoholic, and proud of it

Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
You'll pay a high price if you don't know about it

Move back I'm off that one-fifty-one right
Get out of my way, I'm drunk off 151 proof alcohol

Stumblin, throwin' up, just lost my eyesight
I'm stumbling, vomiting, and can't see clearly

Bang hoes that want new clothes but get nada
I have sex with women who want new clothes, but I give them nothing

Ah-hah-ha-ha, ha-hah-ha, ha-ha
Laughing hesitantly

Make 'em shout, now how the fuck we gonna work it out?
Make them excited, how will we figure this out?

Turn it out, we'll smash and bang and blow a circuit out
We'll have a great time and party so much that the power goes out

Alkies, we heat the party to the third degree
Alcoholics make the party really hot

Fuck with me, then I'll beat you down verbally
Don't mess with me, I'll insult you verbally

Here we come, Tha Liks ain't never been the ones to run
Here we come, Tha Alkaholiks never run away from anything

Just for fun, puttin' Remi in our water guns
Just for fun, we put cognac in our toy water guns

Where ya at, puffin hash in the fuckin' ?
Where are you, smoking hash in the car?

Fuck that, most rappers I don't even really feel 'em
I don't even like most other rappers

Likwid MC's, flow like the breeze blowin' through the trees
Tha Alkaholiks have a smooth flow, like a breeze through the trees

You know my steez, I burn bleeds while I count my cheese
You know my style, I smoke marijuana while counting my money

Aye yo, MackinRo ain't never punkin' out
My friend MackinRo never backs down from anything

Say bro, so nigga what the hell you funk about?
Hey friend, what are you stressing about?

Where you from, you know the Pactown? is the city
What's your hometown? Do you know Pacoima?

Dee dum dum, but I'm known to get down to the nitty
Da da da, but I am capable of being very serious

Strip club, c'mere baby let me see your titties
Let's go to the strip club, and show me your breasts

Give me a dub, naw fuck that, nigga bring a fitty
Give me twenty dollars, no forget that, give me fifty dollars

So for the next twenty seasons Tha Liks is gettin' even
For the next twenty years, Tha Alkaholiks will have their revenge

While we "drop drop, drop, drop it like" it's freezin
While we dance, dropping it like it's cold out

Party down for no reason, I'll play hoop with the spins
Partying for no reason, I'll play basketball while spinning around

I even celebrate the loss when the other team wins (YAY!)
I will even celebrate the other team's victory

Fuckin' with my friends, DJ Twinz and Red
Hanging out with my friends, DJ Twinz and Red

You might catch that quick fast two-piece with no bread
You might get punched twice quickly without warning

(You heard what he said) Yeah loud and clear
(Did you hear what he said?) Yes, I did

Aye yo J where you at?
Hey J, where are you?

Tash I'm right the fuck here
I'm right here, Tash

Listen up, you standin' in the corner smokin' drinkin'
Pay attention, you're standing in the corner smoking and drinking

Empty cup, now you all fucked up with broken thinkin'
Your cup is empty, and now you're drunk and not thinking straight

D.you.I., now how the fuck you gon' get home?
Designated driver, how are you going to get home?

Don't even try, I hope you ain't gon' try to drive alone
Don't even attempt it, I hope you're not going to try to drive home alone

Watch that curve, 'cause if you do you might lose control
Be careful on that curve, or you might lose control

You start to swerve, cruisin' wrappin' shit around a pole
If you start to swerve, you might hit a pole

It ain't your day, you in a wheelchair like oh no!
If you crash, you might end up in a wheelchair

Now you say, I was gonna go professional
Now you're saying you had plans to become a professional driver

I, am a, Alkaholik nigga
I am an alcoholic

Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
You'll pay extra if you don't know about it

Move back I'm off that one-fifty-one right
Get out of my way, I'm drinking 151 proof alcohol

Stumblin, throwin' up, just lost my eyesight
I'm stumbling, vomiting, and can't see clearly

I, am a, Alkaholik nigga
I am an alcoholic

Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
You'll pay extra if you don't know about it

Bang hoes that want new clothes but get nada
I have sex with women who want clothes but I don't give them anything

Ah-hah-ha-ha, ha-hah-ha, ha-ha
Laughing hesitantly

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALVIN N. JOINER, ERIC BROOKS, JAMES ANTHONY ROBINSON, RAYMOND GRANT, RICHARD GRANT, RICO SMITH

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