Intro: Tash



Yeah, Tha Alkaholiks

Ay J, I got a crew

They called the Loot Pack

And they can get crazy fresh y'all, crazy fresh y'all

My man Jack is about to get fresh y'all



Verse One: Loot Pack



Check the flavor here's a rootin tootin hydraulic trooper

Tha Alkaholik grouper in the house and when I bust the hula-hooper

Peep my ish, when I flips next I flash with the Cracker Jacker

A true Loot Packer

Gettin versatile when I smile toastin to the funk

All punks put your glass down, or end up in the trunk

You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied

The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey

Mariah took her back, and show her how I Pack, Loot

Kick lyrics on originally outtrack black in fact

People call me moody, I simply knocks the booty

Pull up my hoody, and then I bust a Sam Goody



Verse Two: Tash



Bitches on my woody cuz I likes to get the loosest

I eat niggaz up and wash em down with deuce gooses

A Colt .45 cuz I gotsta rush the likwit

Tash from the group that the bitches wanna get with

I kick it from the East all the way to the West

Yes stay away from booze that puts the hair on your chest

And that's a little piece of advice for the kiddos

I bust more flavor than your teacher got dittoes

I keep it up to date or take it back like The Twist

E-Swift is out of town so the Pack load the disc

So, take your ass home, good night, the party's over

If your ass is drunk, ride home with someone sober



Yeah... Tha Alkaholiks, ah yeah, the Loot Pack

(the party's over, it's all over) Nineteen ninety-three

And this is how we kick it



Verse Three: Loot Pack, J-Ro



I'ma wreck the neck conducting props like Randy Wrecker-aca