Rap Life

[tash]
(who we got?)
We got catash and kuruption
What the fuck is yo' function?

We got catash and kurupt
'bout to fuck shit up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup?
[kurupt]
Hennessey

[verse one--tash]
Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats
Tash be kickin' so much ass i rock cleats on concrete
So get the pictuah
My rap style'll hit ya 'til ya move back
This ain't the kind of shit that help stella get her groove back
It's on co' uncle
Raps that keeps me flossin'
While yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the slausson
Swap
Pop that glock
Clock that knot
It's thin line between love and hate
It's thin line between compton 'n' watts
What you got?
Yo' motherfuckers is nerds
Yo, kurupt, tell these niggas what the fuck you heard!

[kurupt]
(check it out)
I heard it saggin' in bandanas
Shit to spit the leaves
Split like bananas
Poetical scanners
Make the crowd go banana'
Furious, luxurious, an' glamorous
Bitches and cameras
Experts'
Impenetrability exerts
Burst a verse
And since nuttin' but trouble incense jerks (back in the day)
Silently clashin'
Clash is
Throwin' towels in like passes
All i want to know is where the ass is
If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an' whistle
I'm agile; you fragile--
Glass and crystal
I'm priceless--the nicest
Yeah, that's right
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight

[chorus]
[tash]
We got catash and kurupt
'bout to fuck it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup?
[kurupt]
Hennessey, nigga
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed
[tash]
You know i got the malibu
[kurupt]
I got the orange weed
[tash]
We got catash and kurupt
'bout to fuck it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup?
[kurupt]
O.e., homey, yeah
Oh, yeah, indeed
[tash]
You know i got the hennessey
[kurupt]
I got the orange weed, nigga
[both]
'cause bustas is bustas, an' g's iz g's
But ain't nobody fuckin' 'round wit' mcs like these

[verse two--tash]
Somebody buck this nigga' keys; this lil' punk must be drunk
I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit' my blunt
And that's a no-no, loco
So it's one way to settle this:
You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est gold medalist
Tash got a rough rambunction in the function
Yo, this shit ain't even fear
It's kinda like we punchin' munchkins
So let that nigga slide
He too wide-eyed to hide it
Tash'll slap his ass so hard, i'll leave his afro lopsided
You got it?
Good
Tell your boyz 'n' the hood
My style's a work of art--it's like i carved it from wood
I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my style is freaky-deaky
I could say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely
So meet me on the block when you come to the west
Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker than zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't tight (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, tell these niggas who they got tonight!

[chorus]
Rum 'n' coke...
Gin 'n' juice...

[kurupt]
Olde english 800
Yeah, that's my brand
Drink it in a cold 40 ounce or a can
Only if gangstas come, i'll mash
Quickly be on ritzy, 'cause he down to blast
If you got it, i'm 'a get it
Ya heard me, homey?
I'm o.g.
I swerve and dip slowly, homey
Easily i approach
This bustah-ass nigga fi'n' to blaze this roach
Pull out my pistol and put it to his chin
It's already cocked, so, i'm like "fuck it, then"
You's a bitch, and that's all you'll be
An' i don't give a fuck to let a nigga hear it from me
You got calibers, i got cali-co.
You got teflon, i got napalm
I come around from the side
I'm gangstain' it up
Pimpin' wit' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad lil' mama wit' a gang o' ass

[outro--kurupt]
Yeah, niggas
Kurupt young gotti
(dpg)
Tash, wha's crackin?

[tash]
You know...
Same shit different toilet
Put it down, my nigga from the west coast
Kurupt: dogg pound gangsta
But hold up, man
While we in this muthafuckah, let me give a shout-out to my nigga king
Tee
The whole likwit crew (only bad bitches allowed)
Oh, what?
Only bad bitches?
It's a gangsta party

[kurupt]
Alkaholik gathering, muthafuckah...punk

[tash]
Alkaholiks, dpg

Uh-huh, ahh
I feel like it's time for a new nigga
And i feel like that nigga should be me
Hello boys and girls!
My name is catashtrophe
Peep my slide out

Check it out it goes slide, slide, slippedy slide
I'm here to give y'all niggaz a new dick to ride
Cause tash is like the flyest nigga standin on the planet
I pimped the beat so tough i had to slap it back-handed
A single-handed, thought that's how i planned it
I didn't leave my group it's just time we all expanded
Tash made an atom bomb, disguised it as my solo
Now all the d.c. niggaz bump my shit instead of go-go
Whattup loco? it's tash on the micro
Xzibit hold it down with the rifle, what?
Standin on the eiffel droppin pennies, cause tash ain't friendly
They tried to pay to shut me up, but they knot too skinny
And, gimme mines, that's my ninety-eight motto
Can't walk around the city lookin rahlo
So if y'all niggaz follow i lead, let's smoke this weed
Put away your guns punk so we can all get keyed

"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x)
"with that west coast rhymin"
"my man t-a-s-h with styles glory great" -> mos def

So to the pimps players hustlers high rollers dead pres folders
Better hold on to your funds, while this alkie mic control it
Takin over, catashtrophe he rollin like a boulder
Like master p told ya, you a soldier; i'm posted
Like a vulture on a branch on a hunt for grands
My circumstance, i went from snow ball to avalanche
And now tash is the nigga that all the hoes chose
My style is hella flashy like busta rhymes clothes
I'm all-pro, the top selection for elections
Sneaking guns on the plane with no detection
With no recollection, of how the fuck i got this deal
But now i got the motherfucker so it's on for real!

"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x)
"with that west coast rhymin"
"my man t-a-s-h with styles glory great" -> mos def

My style is odd, like a gift from god
That's why i hold more microphones than ahmad rashad
But it's time you know my name so tell the dj to loop it
Grab a pad and pen, write it down if you stupid!
I break it down for major weighter, catash'll fade ya
You just a waiter i'm a caped crusader
But i didn't come to save ya all i came to do is chill
Scoop y'all niggaz hoes and take some 40's to the grill
I pops a pill, but all it was was golden seals
No need to go to blueberry hill, to get y'all thrills
Just fly directly over the bermuda triangle
Where i'm runnin rappers over in a ninety-eight durango, like that

"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x)
"with that west coast rhymin"
"my man t-a-s-h with styles glory great" -> mos def

[lv]
Ya ya yah.. (4x)

[tash]
It's almost 2000 y'all;
So this gon' be the night..

While you trippin off yo' car, yo' girls is trippin off ours
If we want, what you got, nigga reach for the stars
This is it y'all, everybody ride wit us
I devised a masterplan to take out the counterfitters
I'ma start with the west coast, show em how we rock it
Keep it pumpin through the summer, stuff them chips up in my pocket
Super-saki gin'll keep my style all in your grill
Every where you turn catash last seen in baldwin hills
On the phone makin deals, for x amount of scrill
Nine-nines is mine, it's time to recognize the real
Then i swing it through the bay where all the homies wanna blaze
Rap life, the goin craze, smoke an ounce in two days
When phase one complete it's fifty states to invade
Catch a flight to a-t-l, link up with rico wade
Outkast, goodie mob, bangin out the stereo
Smokefest, nine-nine, peep the whole scenario
Tash rock material to make your girl jump up
Never touch the mic until the soundman pump the ?? up
Yo yo, roll that dub up, three 6'll "tear da club up"
There's no way to describe how tash'll fuck yo' mug up

Chorus: lv

Movin around from coast to coast, money ain't no joke
We're havin it our way (all day everyday) everyday (all day everyday)
Land my feet on solid ground, no time to fuck around
We're doin it our way.. ooooooh yeahhh

[tash]
Tash rules everything around you, bread, get the money
I gotta keep my whole team fed
Cause like pmd said, we gotta take it to length
Cause if you hang with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th
So on the strength of makin dollars, tash'll touch any scene
Catch a flight to new york city, cause all money is green
Let em see supreme west coast in up-close
And if there's any beef i'll roast and crack you with a golden molson
Bottle, the mass will throttle, what a rollo
Tash come in peace but y'all won't let the beef die though
I lost my black movado in that bullshit fight
I got drunk and laughed about it up in washington heights
With my homeboy dee (what) my homeboy ooze (uhh)
I spent the night in jail off that hennesey and juice
Cause new york city that's a wild ass town
That's why guiliani ass tryin to lock shit down, right now

Chorus

[tash]
Tell em l..
So lights, camera, action -- you're on
Get it ricky ric' -- what's wrong? my weed gone!
Who stole it? -- i don't know, y'all motherfuckers tell me
I broke it up and left the room to get a light from lv
I came back and like poof! everybody's lookin boggled
It only took a sec to get rollo'ed, by chicago
But everybody know at a chi-town show
They like to keep it, g-h-e-t-t-o
This time i let it go, but next time i'll have to blast ya
Cause tash be checkin shows from alaska to nebraska
So if somebody ask ya - who the tightest on this?
Tell them niggaz big tash, and his homies tha liks

Chorus 2x

[tash]
That's right y'all
This unity in the community night, knahmsayin?
I don't give a fuck where you from, it's party time
East coast west coast down south we don't give a fuck
We came to get sweaty in this motherfucker
So all the ladies.. all the ladies.. hahahaha
Woo! i wish i could sing like that nigga..

[tash] yo, ro'gram where you at homey?

[j-ro]
At nighttime i'm on the prowl, and i'm livin foul like blackula
Got a microphone made out of chrome shaped like a spatula
Cause i'm flippin rhymes at three times the speed of lightning
You dare to compare to the golden bear it's kind of frightening
You can meditate, til you levitate, but never rate
Higher than a seven/eight, yeah i had to set em straight
I know you feelin these, i ramsack yo' facilities
I'm ill at ease, with these mc's, who ain't got no abilities
(get at me) i make mc's, run out like batteries
I roll the bleeze and then i blow like cannonball adderly

You try to get with likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough
Cold enough
You try to get with likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough
Cold enough

[tash]
Ahhhh, y'all ain't even gotta clue what my clique gon' do
Fast money, fast cars, niggaz sleep until two
My likwit niggaz roundezous, we cop kung-fus and split em
When "the freaks come out at night" catash be right wit em
Stone-faced, but only when i'm loaded wit funs
Big guns, i'll make you do the nestea plunge
I only came to have some fun but i get caught up in the rapture
I don't even write lyrics no more, i manufacture
Cold shit, you know that old gold shit, that raw shit
That drunken alkahol shit that make you say, "ahhh shit!"
Them motherfuckers is too slick for michael
We be creepin up on you like police on bikes

It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight
It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it..

[e-swift]
Me and my niggaz out lookin for a party to crash
Mashed out to long beach but we stop for some gas
I pull in first, catash pulled in last
J-ro steady rollin blunts of the moroccan hash

[tash]
Since it's all about the cash, we ?? on that smash
Hit up four-five and carson, scoop xzibit and brad
The sounds beatin so hard it's vibratin my glass
Blast, plus we drivin way too fast

[e-swift]
Slow down, you can't crash the whip
Slow down and hit a dip
Cause i paid a lot of money for this ?? kit
We runnin late for a show, we got this money to get
The nightlife'll have you caught up in all types of shit

[tash]
Like what?
Like this, like that, like that like this
I drink st. ide's, i don't be fuckin with crist'
Cause we the type of clique that need to drink somethin stronger
When tha liks is in the house, the party last longer

[e-swift]
I dedicate this song to, bitches and thugs
Who party down at the club and show tha liks love
Even with creatine, injected in your spleen
You couldn't compete with my all-star likwit team

[tash]
Cause tha liks reign supreme of all hip-hop scenes
We heard about your bougie party, bumrushed it in jeans
And still pulled the hoes most likely to succeed
Where that nigga j-ro? -- most likely smokin weed

It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight
It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight

[j-ro]
Yo, check it out (uh-huh)
Turn up the level more so i can hear the shit forever more
I came out of nowhere, like predator
That's a metaphor, if you rap-impaired, you might say what happened there
While the b-boys clap and cheer, bring that beat back in here!
Nighttime is the right time to write rhymes
Why you wanna bite mine? i blow you away like white lines
I think you better let it go, get yo' ass off my pedestal
Before you need attention, and it's gonna be medical
If rap was basketball i'd have the earl the pearl handles
I drink everything but jack daniels
Rap scandals, don't interest me, i don't get dressy
Tha liks rock the shows but leave the whole crowd messy

It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight
It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight

[tash]
Let's dive right in they ass quick fast and in a hurry
Tell em what, tell em what
While you was fallin off, catashtraphe was fallin on
Ask the niggas in the streets, i hold it down for californ'
Born to be the livest nigga so you know it's soul survivin
On the mic i move the crowd like big pun stage divin
I been, around the world, pullin girls
I pull em three at once that's why i said it wit a plural
I'm like earl the pearl, straight pimp referral
Y'all niggas can't win, it's like you sword-fightin zorro
Y'all bummy muthafuckers can't pull my card
I smack the fuck out y'all niggas while you try to be hard
But like my nigga at the grammy's, catash is for the children (hey!)
My style be standin out like gang writin on a building
I build and destroy ya, destroy your employer
If y'all niggas ain't on loud, they wasn't doin nuttin for ya
Pot lit the wick, to the dynamite stick
So when it blow up in your grill, watch how ugly it get

[chorus]
We got l-dot-a-dot rock that spot
We here to take it all fool, what the fuck you got
You can't stop the plot, cuz this is how it's goin
While you was fallin off, catashtraphe was fallin on
Cuz this the hip-hop that crips rock
The hip-hop the bloods rock
The hip-hop the thugs rock
The hip-hop the clubs rock
Don't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it

[tash]
So while you waitin and debatin, concentratin on hatin
That nigga tash be up the street on this deep dish dance
Blowin indo out the window, clownin niggas wit my ices
In a black ss, california on the license
My name is hella-famous but it's time you learned about me
Even though i'm rockin solo, i'ma always be a alki
J, tash, and swift, we work the night shift
I'll be fucked up when i rap, so sometimes my eyes drift
I could push you off a cliff and catch you right before you land
I'm the million dollar man, you better get this while you can
I been in this fo' a minute, catash be winnin pennants
Everytime i grab the mic it's like i'm speakin to the senate
But i'm not a politician, more like a rap magician
Presto chango, bermuda triangle
Pull a album outta hat, catashtraphe'll fire circuit
My style be comin off too hard to interpret

Chorus

[tash]
So while i smack you wit the force to knock your ship off course
If this funk don't move your wife, you better file for divorce
Cuz that bitch you treat to eat got two left feet
I seen y'all dancin 'cross the street and y'all was both off beat
So i'ma end it wit a blaaa! and jet immediately after
Can't kick wit y'all niggas, y'all might be the gay rapper
Catash the lion trapper, number one for big consumptions
In the funtion in conjunction wit my nigga on production
(you better recognize nigga!) we on the same boat
We be both be gettin loc'd when we off that smokey smoke
Hit you wit the okey-doke, you better do the hokey poke
And turn yourself around before i gotta choke some folks
I never go for broke, i break it down for major wage
I be rappin wit a gauge, likwit crew'll flip your page
Confusin as amazed, comin at you like a storm
While you was fallin off, catashtraphe was fallin on
And on....*echoes*

[j-ro]
I get drunk and i stumble to the mic
Stay drunk all week, i'm at my peak like pike
I'm never at my peak, i'm killin fifth after fifth
I drink mo' 40's than tash and e-swift (hell naw!!)
Uh-huh, i drink more than both of y'all (no you don't!)
I hold more liquor than a bank on crenshaw
And tash you can't drink brew, you know you the nigga who (what?)
Be all on yo' nads, after just a swig or two

[tash]
Nigga you trippin, must be that zima you was sippin
Yo' accountant couldn't count how many bottles i be grippin
And flip it in the trash cause i downed em with ease
While you on yo' knees -- about to pass somebody yo' keys
I even had to pay the taxi (what?) the last time you asked me (uh)
You start off on yo' feet but always wind up on yo' back g
Bro you should know you can't drink with ri-co
While you down yo' shit slow, i'm on my ninth cuervo

[e-swift]
Aiyyo at every single show, you be layin on the flo'
Swearin up and down, you neva gonna drink no mo'
But i get to' up, from the flo' up, and never throw up
One little wine cooler and you wanna beat yo' hoe up
I never call it quits, i don't know my own limit
This alkaholik shit is for real, it ain't a gimmick
You might fuck around and catch a liver disease
Fuckin with these likwit mc's, hip-hop drunkies

Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew

(tash: these niggaz can't drink..)

[alkaholiks]
Curvoiseir, coke and rum
Alize and one-five-one
Heineken, hennesey
Juice and gin, brass monkey

[j-ro]
Yo, i pledge allegiance to the bottle, the cup and the can
In front of the bar, that's where i stand
And to the alcohol, for which i fall
And the cold porcelain in the bathroom stall
One drunk nation under god inebriated
With liberty and justice to anyone who's faded
Drink drink drunk until i can't hack it
Until the little man fall off the horse on my polo jacket
("when i get drunk..") *burrrrrrrrp* once again
I spent all my yen on ten bottles of gin
Likwit til i'm stiff, damn i love this riff
The ro gotta go, i pass the mic to e-swift

[e-swift]
I drink a lot of beers, my life's a black version of cheers
Everyday sit at the bar and take shots with my peers
I've been doin this for years, ain't no amateurs here
I've been drinkin 40's longer than most niggaz careers
I've got the bitches grinnin while the whole world is spinnin
You suffer from double vision and i'm just beginnin
You always pass out, wake up, and don't remember me
You could write a book with all your hangover remedies
I thought you knew, i've been drinkin since high school
While i down this olde english, you sippin your o'douls
I'm makin beer runs at ten minutes to two
While you still sippin on your first motherfuckin brew

Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew

[alkaholiks]
Curvoiseir, coke and rum
Alize and one-five-one
Heineken, hennesey
Juice and gin, brass monkey

[tash]
Aight, uhh, uhh, uhh
A lot of niggaz can't drink, but hoes is even worse
They order three drinks but can't finish the first
I see em reachin in they purse about to roll that sack of weed
Knowin that's the combination that they really don't need
Cause girls take a sip, get fucked up quick
Pass out, wake up, ("what's this??") it's a dick!!
Baby girl you lookin sick, you lookin plastered like a poster
You was talkin all that shit, now you need some alka seltzer
You wobblin, weeblin, fuckin up your eve-nin
That smoke that you breathin got that ass on spin
While yo' homegirls is like, ("where the fuck you been?")
In the girl's bathroom, fucked up since ten
Yeah i seen her, she thought she was a graceful ballerina
Now that ass is too drunk to drive herself to the marina
So she comin home with me because, i don't give a fuck
Might fuck an ugly bitch, but "only when i'm drunk"

Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew

[tash] you're all fucked up now!
Like this y'all

(*e-swift cuts and scratches "when i get drunk"*}

[tash] we doin big thangs, knahmsayin?
Ha ha, we fucked up now!
You know what's goin down, alkaholiks
Got my niggaz up in this motherfucker
My niggaz and you know it
I ain't solo.. i ain't dolo..