"ALC Theme" lyrics
(feat. Kool G Rap)
You know what that is?
Oh, that's that ALC shit
Yup
That A to the motherfuckin' L to the fuckin' C straight
Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin' street
A status never caught a L looking you can see
Baggin' bitches give a hell, cause I got the G-A-level chiba
When I'm over, I'm the T-Roof, when I spit it out in the B-Oof
I get loose off the Grey Goose, mixed with the J-Oops
I be W-Allen, nobody smilin', rep the W-S-Coach, New York to Long Island
You can T-L from the J-Ump, I ain't a P-Ump
I was raised off a P-Funk, gettin' blazed and debunked
I'm C-Razy, little threats don't P-H-A's me
Pop raised me to step up to any chump that plays me
Fuck dry snitchin', droppin' D-Omp to the C-Ops
It's T-Omn and D-Rop, that classic street hop
Like C4, blow the P-Lase, the D-A, gotta throw out the case
Cause I blew the spot without a T-Race
There's no S-Toppin', I keep it poppin'
Keep wreckin' C-Hoppin' like bird shit, I keep D-Roppin'
Play the sideline, W-Watchin' and C-Lockin'
Cause it's my time, nobody stoppin' the B-Lockin'
I keep it poppin' type of shit you don't see often
I G-Off until I'm rustin' in a C-Offin'
Yeah!
Until then, nothin' can stop how we do it
To the motherfuckin', to the fuckin'
Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin'
Status never caught up, lookin' you cause
Baggin' bitches, give them hell, cause I got the G-A
K-G-R comin' with fully lowered C-Lips
Bangin' like the C-Rips, mokin' for hollow T-Ips
Delay you in your C-Rips, the G-Rips shit for the G-Rips
Niggas strictly about a C-Hips
Yappin' your scratchin' back, use a B-Hips
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Sensitive little C-Lips
It's K-G-R, run up on the C-R, can spark back
For metal J-Actors, niggas spit them all at me
Never leave these parts without S-T-R-A-V-I-N-G
See me par, you gonna need C-P-R-A-C-I-O-N
I be somewhere far, niggas C-A-R-D-A-S-H-I-N
For the C-Header, Duke and P-H-D-C-L-E-V-E-R
Hear me bang better than B-A-Redders
With Don P-C-N-Devors and V-8-R-E-V-E-R
And I bet you would love to put them under D-8 pressure
But you can lay it on the P-8, dramatic stretcher
Kinetic energy in this P-89, a stretcher
I bet you this shit won't be a big F-E-S-T-R
Niggas better strap an Army V-S-T-R
Or get they C-H-E-S-T messed up
It's a gun, son, it's a gun
A to the motherfuckin' L to the fuckin' C-Straight
Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin' Street A
Status never caught a L, lookin' you cause C-State
Baggin' bitches, give them hell cause I got the G-State
A, level Chiba in the L, when I'm over C
C-A-L-L
The Alchemist Slayer
The Alchemist Slayer
What is this stupid shit?
Yo, oh, look at this
Who's he?
Alchemist
PC
Dude kiss
Push it to your clips
Snoop Dogg
Okay
Oh, that's that ALC shit
Yup
That A to the motherfuckin' L to the fuckin' C straight
Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin' street
A status never caught a L looking you can see
Baggin' bitches give a hell, cause I got the G-A-level chiba
When I'm over, I'm the T-Roof, when I spit it out in the B-Oof
I get loose off the Grey Goose, mixed with the J-Oops
I be W-Allen, nobody smilin', rep the W-S-Coach, New York to Long Island
You can T-L from the J-Ump, I ain't a P-Ump
I was raised off a P-Funk, gettin' blazed and debunked
I'm C-Razy, little threats don't P-H-A's me
Pop raised me to step up to any chump that plays me
Fuck dry snitchin', droppin' D-Omp to the C-Ops
It's T-Omn and D-Rop, that classic street hop
Like C4, blow the P-Lase, the D-A, gotta throw out the case
Cause I blew the spot without a T-Race
There's no S-Toppin', I keep it poppin'
Keep wreckin' C-Hoppin' like bird shit, I keep D-Roppin'
Play the sideline, W-Watchin' and C-Lockin'
Cause it's my time, nobody stoppin' the B-Lockin'
I keep it poppin' type of shit you don't see often
I G-Off until I'm rustin' in a C-Offin'
Yeah!
Until then, nothin' can stop how we do it
To the motherfuckin', to the fuckin'
Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin'
Status never caught up, lookin' you cause
Baggin' bitches, give them hell, cause I got the G-A
K-G-R comin' with fully lowered C-Lips
Bangin' like the C-Rips, mokin' for hollow T-Ips
Delay you in your C-Rips, the G-Rips shit for the G-Rips
Niggas strictly about a C-Hips
Yappin' your scratchin' back, use a B-Hips
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Bajaj can't do shit like that
Sensitive little C-Lips
It's K-G-R, run up on the C-R, can spark back
For metal J-Actors, niggas spit them all at me
Never leave these parts without S-T-R-A-V-I-N-G
See me par, you gonna need C-P-R-A-C-I-O-N
I be somewhere far, niggas C-A-R-D-A-S-H-I-N
For the C-Header, Duke and P-H-D-C-L-E-V-E-R
Hear me bang better than B-A-Redders
With Don P-C-N-Devors and V-8-R-E-V-E-R
And I bet you would love to put them under D-8 pressure
But you can lay it on the P-8, dramatic stretcher
Kinetic energy in this P-89, a stretcher
I bet you this shit won't be a big F-E-S-T-R
Niggas better strap an Army V-S-T-R
Or get they C-H-E-S-T messed up
It's a gun, son, it's a gun
A to the motherfuckin' L to the fuckin' C-Straight
Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin' Street A
Status never caught a L, lookin' you cause C-State
Baggin' bitches, give them hell cause I got the G-State
A, level Chiba in the L, when I'm over C
C-A-L-L
The Alchemist Slayer
The Alchemist Slayer
What is this stupid shit?
Yo, oh, look at this
Who's he?
Alchemist
PC
Dude kiss
Push it to your clips
Snoop Dogg
Okay
