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1. _ AA Meeting Intro
[Swift] Aiyyo man [J-Ro] Ay, what time we get out this motherfucker? [Swift] Hey man, let me get a cigarette [?] Homey, yeah you was drunk [Swift] You don't hear me cat? Hello? Let me get a cigarette [meeting organizer] *tapping stick on podium* Well hold up hold hold hold hold up peace hold up hold up Quiet the fuck on up! Hold on quiet up! We got, we came here to day, to get the AA program started *booing, catcalls* Now I don't know, if y'all know that y'all don't know that I'm posed to be here, BUT, we got a twelve step program that's gon' get y'all on the right trails [J-Ro] The right what? [man] The right trails [J-Ro] What time we get out this motherfucker man? [man] Man you get out as soon as you answer my questions I got twelve questions, and we only on question number one You got ta admit that you a drunk, and you all gotta say it in harmonism [J-Ro] Harmoo say what? *laughter* *tapping on podium* [man] I need erybody, in here, to come together, in harmonism and say I'm a alkaholik A Alkaholik, nigga you know what I'm sayin! You the one with the drink in your back pocket and your front pocket On three, I need everybody to say I'ma Alkaholik One, two, trey niggaz! "I'm an Alkaholik" Now y'all motherfuckers can leave, get the fuck outta here! more free lyrics |
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2. _ Captain Hook
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3. _ Funny Style
J-Ro: Yo, I'm from Killa Cali I wrote this rhyme in an alley The tall can MC stepping fresh out the valley I'm hella fresh comin straight through your chest I blow a hole in you soul, I'm constantly on a roll Cuz in order to survive, you gots to have drive Like a rental, but I'ma call you Ben cuz you gentle My crew's blowin up like a Pinto Hip hop's gettin rotten but we stay fresh like a Mento So put it in your mouth We gonna show you what this rap shit is really all about We gonna turn this bitch out like Goldie This cut will still bump when it's an oldie And if we still ain't sold platinum or gold That'll be the bigges lie you ever told me, hold me...back Black, I snack on the wack and wash it down with a fifth of Yak It's like that and that's the way it is You can ask his to stay out my biz Girl, I'm off the hook, plug me into your adaptor I'm sending wack rhymes to the rafters Turn up your skill factor, you bitin rhymes like a Raptor You thought we was through but this is still the first chapter Before I go, can I get an "Ooh Ooh!" It's J-Ro, baby, from the Likwit Crew Chorus: repeat 8X Funny style King Tee: Now watch me run amuck And gun em up with the shit Rebel rhymin from Tha Liks Alkaholistics all true with no tricks The infrared pointed at they lips And man they don't speak, they keep the conversation petite They shit is weak, I'm concrete like the beat Bust that ass, super nigga jeep class Me last in the game, no problem Sit and drink a fifth with my nigga James Robinson Check your alcoholic pulse while its throbbing The Likwit Squad, the entourage Get exquisite, get addicted, get Xzibit Fellas wanna test King Tipsy but its risky He probably slap a nigga in his mouth like a bitch. G So kick rocks and step back by the mile Them sober niggaz act funny style Chorus: repeat to fade more free lyrics |
4. _ J-Ro Late Skit
[man] Ay man, who the hell is you man? We got a meetin goin on man! We got a meetin goin on man! We got a meetin man, could you be quiet man? [J-Ro] Man who got the bud man? [man] Hold on, hold on, we got a meetin goin - ay who is you? [J-ro] Aiyyo this Likwid crew nigga this Likwid crew! [man] Hey we got a meetin goin on, and it's started This thing started at 7:30, and you walked in here at 8:15 Nigga, what's your name? more free lyrics |
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5. _ All Night
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6. _ Nas Skit
[Nas Escobar] Yo whassup man this is Nas in yo' motherfuckin ear Knahmsayin, I be chillin 'round with the Alkaholik niggaz man Knahmsayin, them niggaz gettin drinks yo I be like, yo y'all I drink the Henessey shit Mix it with the champagne, shit like that See I smokes too though, but when I drinks Me and my niggaz sometime we get that, what's that shit That Tequila shit, put some salt on your hand suck a lemon and drink some a fuckin shot of Tequila and I zone Word up more free lyrics |
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7. _ Hip Hop Drunkies
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8. _ DeBarge Skit
Yo yo we bout to make this run man We got we got uhh, DeBarge brothers in the house El and James y'all What y'all drinkin on man? [DeBarge] Shit, oh you treatin? (yeah I'm treatin) Alright, I like, personally, Cherise Wheat Oh don't start that shit El What man? Nigga go get some cold dizznizz motherfucking dizznuck Get some cold duck up in this motherfucker Oh, OK, James like the cold duck God damn, gimme that cheap shit, god damn right (So El you want the Cherise) Cherise Wheat (And James you want the cold duck) Cheapest shit in the house (aight, and some forties) Hahahahahaha, hahaha J-Ro! (yeah) We gettin ready to party! more free lyrics |
9. _ 20th Caller Skit
*phone rings three times* Congratulations, you're the 20th caller! Huh? Yo man, I don't wanna be the 20th caller man I wanna hear Tha Alkaholiks, damnit! Man y'all don't never play Tha Liks yo! Y'all play the same damn songs, every damn day Man, them Liks is dopest niggaz on the West coast man C'mon bring it bring it! I bet you if KDAY was still around nigga they'd play them niggaz C'mon man, play that shit, play that shit, play it!!! more free lyrics |
10. _ LL Cool J Skit
[J-Ro] Yo whassup whassup yo? Yo we got, we got Cool J in the house And you know, Ladies Love Cool James So yo yo yo yo, ay man What do you suggest I drink when I'm just chillin with a girl and I wanna get her open? [Tash] Ha ha hah HAAAH, yes! I know you know! [Cool J] You probably wanna smooth her smooth out with like some ahh but first of all you gotta understand on the Alkaholik level they, they don't wanna get Absolut-ed out and hit they head on the headboard but that's another level So we'll go ahead, umm You wanna hit em the chillest mango tangerine flavor fruity beverage Smooth em out, real silky, knahmean? Cranberry, yo some cranberry orange juice That's all you need Cause your game gonna finish the rest (with a little gin) We got you, knahmean? You the gin man (yeah, yeah I got you) Do your thing You wanna get some goosepimples, it's all good (and it's like that) AIGHT? more free lyrics |
11. _ Pass Out
[J-Ro] Ahh! Y'all niggaz finally came back with the beers! [Tash] We're the Alkaholiks in the house! [J-Ro] Slow ass niggaz! [Tash] Hey let's pass out some of this brew James [J-Ro] Better have some 40's and tall cans and shit [Tash] James let's pass some of this brew out, check it out, yo [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you [Tash] A few for your crew [J-Ro] And this one's for you [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] But this here is my brew [J-Ro] It's the beer drinkin, breath stinkin sniffin money I throw my hands up and say, "It's good" like Gene Tunny C'mere pull my finger, so I can let the funk flow E-Swift the funk bro, beats to make the trunk roll [Tash] Welcome to the house the one-times can't raid where I grab the mic trippin like my weed was sprayed So to try to take what's mine you better be the smoothest criminality cause I'm deadly to the point I had to warn the Surgeon General [J-Ro] So let the women know, they call Captain Slave-a-Hoe or J to the Ro, from Tha Likwit crew beer roll And speakin of crews, yo whose next to lose Instead of five mics, I'd rather have five brews [Tash] And if y'all niggaz peeped the news you saw the weatherman predictin the rain was on the way because you know who brings Tha Likwit The nigga risked it, rap exquisite down for housing cause I'm tryin to keep it pumpin til the year two thousand [J-Ro] and fourteen, we'll still be holdin down the scene Comin fresh everytime like peas from Jolly Green Everytime we rock a show we send the crowd to detoxes Tha Liks bring the flicks that kicks like six oxes [Tash] And I be rockin niggaz boxers like I'm DJ "Run" So men and women rush my music like it's CK One So of course I got it locked even my wackest two bitches look flyer than the heinas and the lowrider bitches [J-Ro] And we left you all in stitches now we back like early morn We comin back out on that shit like creamed corn with that Likwit funk, won't stop until you say uhh I save a brew for you, fool, Only When I'm Drunk [Tash] So what you sayin punk, even with a shipment of equipment you still couldn't rock it cause you don't be comin different So that bruisin you was cruisin for has just arrived with the Olde English crack just to make it live [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you [Tash] A few for your crew [J-Ro] This one's for you [Tash] Damn we runnin out of brew [J-Ro] Now what we gonna do? [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside Round the outside, round the outside [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside (So dosey do your partner!) [J-Ro] Can you feel it? YEAH If you didn't have it would you steal it? HELL YEAH Well it's yours! My rap skills are black like burnt hills on the reals, I make the coldest nigga catch the chills Like the Buffalo Bills, you had your chances (that's right) Pack your pots and pans, and fly your ass back to Kansas I should Diss You, wack rhymes are the issue I come up with hooks that'll pull out your tissue Like Tito, white kids think I'm neato I chop MC's up and throw em in my burrito WHAT? Never interrupt me when I'm speakin Just sit your ass down and say, "Weallll" like a Deacon Fuck the trendy clothes I want the bankrolls Your style is funny like hoes with big butts and skinny ankles [Tash] And havin shoes or where their coats is, right under our noses Cause Tash brings the chronic, so fuck a dozen roses Talk they feet out sweep em from the second that I peep em cause the women look so good I wanna take em home and keep em Freak em, but only with my Jimmy well protected cause I know you want it raw but I can't give it to ya naked So chill for a second while I wreck it on the Audi Cause I kick that kinda shit that leaves y'all bitches brains cloudy Now we, come to the payoff because I'm way off I fuck parties up like Ferris Bueller on his Day Off So peep how I creep and how deep I dive with the Olde English crack just to make it live [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] And this one's for you [Tash] Damn we out of fuckin brew [J-Ro] Then fuck it, then we through [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside Round the outside, round the outside [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside ... once again [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside Round the outside, round the outside [both] Three drunk motherfuckers goin round the outside ... and we gonna fuck it up; motherfuckers [Tash] Yeah that's right, go keep all your hoes motherfuckers It's 1996, Likwit crew, Alkaholiks, King Tee Xzibit, Phil Da Agony, Defari Uhh, a.k.a. the Forty Downers What y'all know about this? West coast hip-hop at it's motherfuckin finest (uhh, Phil Da Ag in the house) Forty To Da Head in the house (X to the Z in the house) E-Swift on the beat (and Barber Shop in the house) Need I say more? (West coast, East coast) Hell no! (All over the world, and we out) more free lyrics |
12. _ Tore Down
Stop, listen, what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down [Wild Child] Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes When Loot Pack's on your set we'll take total control of your mind feet body and inner soul Multiple beats to subject to discussion Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my cuts in Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford to get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord So I grab hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it and then inject it, into your system, and when your veins start pulsatin, showin you Loot Pack, rocks the nation I'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (I see you) I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick But when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh Don't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh [Tash] So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows When they step in my direction Rico slows they rolls like AHH, cause my brain tells me go against the grain Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same But I spit flames, I kick ass and take names Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames and hung up on the wall right next to Picasso I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so Tash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin Hot enough to fry you into california raisins Cause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime So where you rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me Everytime I flow I feel like y'all niggaz owe me The one and only from the group you could feel cause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth (and that's real) Chorus: Stop, listen, what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh, I might skip this round) Stop... what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down) [Loot Pack] We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know that we'll knock you out with just, light ones Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, I wet ya Yo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime Then I read off lines or freestyle rhyme Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip Never slip my hop hips a grip With the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin Lyrics lead the Pack way, so I can blast a rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei [J-Ro] Round and round I go This rapper's name is J-Ro Wack MC's don't waste your timeeeee (let me stick to the rhyme) Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape That's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y You soft as a Barbie, hard as Terence Trent D'Arby You the wackest MC I ever heard You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the D-I, C-K, in-ya-mouth, all-day for comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes at all Alkaholik bashes Chorus [Tash] Yeah that's right West coast this the tear down Likwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin? Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast II coast Turnin them forties upside down Big up to King Tee and Xzibit Big up to the whole Likwid crew, big up to Mobb Deep The Def Squad, Cypress Hill, Wu-Tang, Westside Connection Uhh, to tear it down, I'm to' down, I might have to miss this round... more free lyrics |
13. _ Likwidation
Verse One: J-Ro And this is how we run it down the line E-Swift is second, I'm first to rhyme The bottle's half full, is it yours or mine Get a cup and we can get drunk, at the same time Put on your good clothes, when I come around I'm all the way down like the brown brown I be kickin up in my town pickin up another pound for the weigh in The Earth is a great place to visit but I ain't stayin Don't stop like brakes to the metal I brush my teeth with Amaretto (say what?) I got that Operation PUSH, move from in front of me I be the first rapper PMD seen, livin comfortably In forty-eight states, light the board I kick that kind of shit yo' ass can't afford cause you broke, you need to go for a smoke and think about ya problems while you toke (ha ha) Who you tellin, we did more shows than Aaron Spelling Leavin Las Vegas likwid funk is what you smellin This is the track that broke your moms back I was on the dancefloor I heard it crack, do you like it? Chorus: Alkaholiks "Yeah" we bout to put it down like this aight? "Aight!" "This is Likwidation from the West, one two" "Yeah" we bout to fuck it up like this aight? "Aight!" "Likwidation one two" "Yeah" we bout to Likwidate the whole world aight? "Aight!" "Likwidation one two" "Yeah" the music get you drunk like this aight? "Aight!" "Likwidation from the West" Verse Two: E-Swift Sometimes I rhyme drunk, sometimes I rhyme sober (yeah) I never need no gimmicks and shit, to get me over Just a couple crates to rock all fifty states and overseas, nigga please, this is Likwid MC's (and they drunk) Comin up like a feature presentation while my Likwidation Liks be wettin the nation On the two turntables I would say I'm nice Destroy any mic device precise like Glen Rice Prepare for the storm everytime we perform We be the most inebriated MC's, ever born that leave your speakers torn, it's Tha Liks Everything we Liks is a classic, your shit sound plastic Me bein wack is like no Latins in Manhattan It just won't happen, long as E-Swift is rappin So while y'all waitin for my crew to fall I'll be chartin number one sayin fuck alla y'all (Do you like it?) Chorus Verse Three: Tash, J-Ro So while the MC's persist to try to bust like this I'm so slick I drop the mic and jump back and kiss my wrist Cause I mix words and match em, I chase words and catch em The A in Alkaholiks stands for All About the Action And that's the whole attraction to skip to my shit Rock the mic in my palm beyond ad-e-quate Shit split with the cheese and the H-O-E's The ones I only call at night *keys jangling* you know my low keys while downin Olde E's with the Likwid MC's The crew that takes the party higher than the flyin trapeze Then drops ya to the Earth without no safety net to catch ya All y'all can say is Likwid wrecked ya, so let the good times roll, pass the glass and the Remi To the nigga that's been rockin since Heavy D was skinny And we can show ya how we run it down the line (Xzibit: So how the fuck ya feelin Tash?) I'm feelin fine But don't play me closely, just pass me that Olde E and I'ma hit that shit and pass it down to Easy Mo Bee Not askin you to show me, I'm tellin you to show me The you know what, before I fuck shit up Cause I'm CaTash the top gunner here to blow your ED So you can see what I'm saying like Enhanced CD's So if y'all niggaz want the bomb press Tash Dot Com and I'ma pop up on your screen with the beer in palm And this is how we run it down the line Tash came third, I was first to rhyme Mo Bee Easy on the tracks that make you break your spine Likwidation in your mouth one time, can you feel it? Chorus (without words except J-Ro saying 'Likwidation') Alkaholiks, yeah, the last hip-hop group left Do you like it? Easy Mo, Alkaholiks West coast... *E-Swift cutting and scratching* more free lyrics |
14. _ Keep it Pourin'
Intro: Check it. Pass it over here nigga, ha ha ha. Check it out, check it out. J-Ro: Yo, my name is J-Ro, I'm from the 8-1-8, straight Golden State All-time great, sorry I'm late (alright man) Back in high school, I was real boney I started drinking 40's with my homies, T-Ran and Tony Than I graduated to Cisco gettin' faded On the weekends at the disco, I'm gettin' thicker (yeah) I need to get drunk quicker (yeah) I'm drinking St. Ide's but can't stand malt liquor Remember St. Ide's brought them cases to the spot (yeah) We use to have no food or fridge, we use to drink 'em hot (I remember that shit) I use to drink the O.E. down to the sticker Pour in the Guinness Stout to make it thicker Black Eightball y'all, I'm still drinkin after last call Drinkin 40 with my girl, hurlin all in the mall Now I'm at the point of no return Downin Hen-Rock that make my throat burn To me and alcohol we go way back like memos When me and Suave D and King Tee was making demos Why-o-why do I drink all the 40's Why-o-why do I down all the gin (I don't know) Why-o-why do I need a double Hen How come everytime I hurl I say I'll never drink again (You ain't the only one nigga) J-Ro talking: Yeah, I'll down anything, except Jack Daniels (ha ha ha) Thanks to Ice-T for buying a gallon of that shit on King Tee's birthday; you know I became the first member of the Balcony Club Hook: I can get you drunk if you want me to. (keep it pourin' y'all J-R-O (keep it pourin') don't stop, don't stop "A-yo my name is J-Ro" - J-Ro from Hip Hop Drunkies Don't stop (x6) J-Ro: D-R-U-N-K use to be a reason for a very nice day but hey You can't get by, by living that way So now I only drink after I get my pay, cold, bold and demanding That makes the Ro outstandin, offen imitating, but never duplicating I always say, that when you drink you gots to think One time I got drunk and lost my gold link I use to act a fool in these streets like Martin Lawrence Running down Florence trying to get the But I didn't take a fall, cause all in all It ain't nothing but another brick in the wall I ain't to teach ya, I'm just wanna reach ya The wild ass great grand son of a preacher I can get you drunk if you want me to more free lyrics |
15. _ Commercial Skit
[Only When I'm Drunk playing in the background] Brand new, from Likwid Crew Records It's Tha Alkaoliks, Greatest Hits [Daaam! playing in the background] Yes, Tha Alkaholiks have the shit that'll make you say... DAYUM! You get songs like - You Can't Tell Me Shit [Can't Tell Me Shit playing in the background] Yes, it's Tha Liks baby, the most incredible rap group in the world Who can forget their enchanting love song, Mary Jane? [Mary Jane playing in the background] Invite some friends over [Likwit playing in the background] and see how the Likwid makes you, the life of the party Call now, and it can all be yours 1-900-Alkaholiks [The Next Level in the background] Call right now, and receive a free King Tee beanie 1-900 [Make Room playing in the background] A-L-K-A, H-O-L-I-K-S It's Tha Liks baby, it's Tha Liks! more free lyrics |
16. _ Aww Shit!
Chorus: Tash Now when you see me gettin drunk it's like "aww shit!" When you hear this likwid funk it's like "aww shit!" When I'm pushin through the crowd it's like "aww shit!" There goes CaTashTrophe, Tha Alkahol-iks Verse One: Tash Now my objective with this rhymin is to take words and bounce em And twist em up so bad that wack MC's can't pronounce em Just to show ya how we house em from the Westside of thangs (Killa Cali motherfuckers) where the gangbangers hang The L dot A dot Crenshaw Boulevard Where I write rhymes so hard niggaz swap my tradin cards Cause my Cali niggaz feel this realness, lyrics healness that'll make the special mist when I grab this gun and kill this But still this, brother stays alive like Wyclef I'm steppin through the house the rappers step to the left Cause I fry em like a chef and then get on with my evening So never twist it up that lyrically we even thievin Cause I stop your breathin quick like (UHH) then revive ya I swum with bigger fish than the deep sea diver Cause CaTash the likwidater's here to blow it through the roof Grab the money and the hoes then dissapear like poof Chorus: Tash Off that 151 it's like "aww shit!" When a nigga pop his gun it's like "aww shit!" When we up next to flow it's like "aww shit!" That's my nigga J-Ro Tha Alkahol-iks Verse Two: J-Ro, Tash I've got senoritas, from Alameda to Receda Me and Olde E, is like Tarzan and Cheetah I wish Hen Rock came in a two liter Swift could you turn up the big drum beater But still I, got to pull my brew out the chiller Tonight it's goin down like the house of Reggie Miller (J-Ro) Everybody turn to your nigga on the right Give him a pound and say Tha Liks is tight And eat your heart out while we rock ya from the startout to the closing with styles that leave you faded like the logo on our clothing Cause it's a Alkie flow thing, as nasty as we wanna That's ? Swift, I'm Tash the top gunner The number one for funner two tonner with the talents that the doctors have described as a chemical imbalance of the (weed) and the (drank) on my memory bank My distorted words recorded make your minds go blank [?] Yo, when you low on your cash it's like "aww shit!" When you catch a girl with Tash it's like "aww shit!" When you see Xzibit bust it's like "aww shit!" When you gettin drunk with us it's like "aww shit!" [J-Ro] When the cops run your plates it's like "aww shit!" My girl's period is late man "aww shit!" [E-Swift] When your baby momma call it's like "aww shit!" Everytime we rock for y'all it's like "aww shit!" Verse Three: J-Ro Yo, here's a toast, to all the MC's who rock the most And all the b-boys worldwide and Coast II Coast Peace to Big Boy, peace to Trugoy Master P, Kam, and Afrika Baby Bam Jayo Felony, Money B, and Ol Dirty Peace to all the rappers still rhymin over thirty Oh shit, I'm to' back, I need to take a piss Only When I'm Drunk I bust flows like this My style'll make you earl on your girl (bleahh) I probably got the three baddest hoes in the world Defyin all, gravitational laws Lyrics flippin like Dominique Dawes with no drawers Whassup with that there nigga put it in the air Don't even break it out if you ain't gonna share it's like that man, I spray Jokers like Batman And I don't have to be Robin/robbin to live fat man Chorus: Xzibit New year's nineteen ninety nine it's "aww shit!" When you gotta do county time it's "aww shit!" If you didn't read before you signed "aww shit!" If you ever try to fuck with mine "aww shit!" When we bounce through your city it's "aww shit!" When my face is lookin serious "aww shit!" Two dimes but yours look hideous "aww shit!" Yeah, and when we drop it on you idiots "aww shit!" Yeah yeah, Mister X to the Z with the L-I-K's It's the Likwid family, bringin it live, to you and yours And we out more free lyrics |
17. _ Feel the Real
Intro: Tash Yo... who we got? Check it out, aiyyo Aiyyo, givin the women somethin they can feel, who we got? We got, we got, we got, we got, we got Tha Liks "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" Ahh-haha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker Posted gettin toasted I know them niggaz don't dig this shit with these women out here But yo check it out we can't make every song hardcore (can you feel this) But we definitely ain't gonna make no soft shit "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" So feel the real Verse One: Tash Feel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide With rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend can't provide Cause while they niggaz think they slick, fuckin down low tricks I got the finest hoes in Cali fightin over this dick But I'ma single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt-ed No one is alerted cause they heard that I flirt-ed Unlike these niggaz that you claimin is your only that be in the wind at night while you watchin TV lonely But phony shit is what relationships bring That's why you lookin at my fingers but you see no rings Just a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of Miller Cause the last girl I had that bitch made me wanna kill her On that shit, tryin to sniff my clothes Swearin up and down I was out coolin with hoes But yo Rico knows, what it means to be committed And when I claim you as my "beyatch" I go all the way with it And that's the real And that's the real (tell me can you feel this) "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" So all the ladies in the place can know, that's the real (can you feel this) Uh, that's the real (ah one two) "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" Verse Two: J-Ro I thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see Sometimes I let her cry but she's a lady But most of the time I kept that bitch happy Kept her toenails painted and her hair from gettin nappy It was a rainy cold weathery winter I met this broad at the Beverly Center I stepped to the hottie with the body, nuttin to it I said 'I like the Nike's baby, can we Just Do It? What would it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe S, yes yes damn you blessed with fat ass with no ripples, tools big like ?hipple? It's Tha Liks six baby baby on them nipples' She just smiled and said 'Ooh you need to quit it' (Damn bro, all we wanna know is did you get it) What? Shit, I hit it, from all the angles Swingin my thing like the California Angels Things got serious as much time was spent I said 'Fuck it, let's split the rent on this apartment' Two years together quickly turned into four The tears began to pour when I had to go on tour Two months later, I walk back through the door The bitch is butt naked with some nigga on my floor DAMN, I didn't know I had a hot one Went to my room and grabbed my shotgun (ahh chill) I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda I wouldn't be here today She tried to make me think everything could be the same But she ran too much game on my 5"11' frame I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda You know the consequences I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda (just chill nigga) That's what I hate bitches (I know you feel this) "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" (repeat to fade) more free lyrics |
18. _ Killin' It
[Tash] Ahh, ahh I be killin it (why Tash?) cause I be feelin it I get money so no need for stealin it I work diligent beneath the Earth's soil where I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in foil But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's freezing Cause I from the Likwid crew where we got drinks for every season Maybe that's the reason why I live high all July And the place I buy my beer is callin in for more supply Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no Maybe niggaz got some friends that wanna battle for some dough If you know somebody holla, cause I take those extra dollars Split that shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six I'mpala and lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys and say, 'Nigga that's yours, cause you opened up doors Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour So God bless ya, never let this rap pressure test ya You know who got your back when them other niggaz sweat ya' So check uno dos while I roast this coast a toast When it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the most I be killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it) Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya niggaz feelin it Killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it) J-Ro is up next to flow [J-Ro] Dat's me I be killin it (killin it) when I be feelin it Got rum in my cup, best believe I won't be spillin it Yo Xzibit (whattup Ro) I got to know Do I got that Likwid flow (oh fo' sho') well here I go Mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche two-seater I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears And Astro-vans with swivel chairs hoes come in pairs Plus, makin money's in my genes That's why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravin My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash My mouth craves the brew, and my Johnson craves the ass Who's on blast, Tha Liks baby, don't twist it Just rock it, got your girl's number in my change pocket What's her name Stella, if she's on me kinda hella ?Voule vou couche vic moir? is what I tell her I get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get loose Wack MC's are like ?brown guts?, they have no use I just got off the court, where I was whoopin some cats in basketball, here's a question that I have to ask y'all Who be killin it, is it the ladies? Who be killin it, is it the fellas? Who be killin it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin it, is it the gangsters? Who be killin it, is it the rastas? Who be killin it, killin it, killin it, killin it... [Xzibit] See I be killin it, yeah, when I be feelin it This is dedicated to the niggaz that be stealin shit Straight from the bottom of my black-ass heart The untamed feel no shame, on top of the game Mr. Big Bad Insane, black John McClane Look listen and learn, you only get what you earn So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke Go straight for the throat, we known for rockin the boat It's hard to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts Tryin to stack like King Tut, and still bang the microphone up Demandin, clear lane for crash landin If anything I'm guaranteed to be the Last Man Standing Pick a number motherfucker whassup? The circumstance make you shit in your pants, and we advance as an avalanche of soul, and everything that shine ain't gold Just cause niggaz got brew don't make em nickel proof My record contract reads hit man for hire Xzibit showin grace under fire Tha Alkaholiks killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it) [Tash] Tha Liks rock that shit that have all y'all niggaz feelin it [Xzibit] Once again, feelin it Killin it (killin it) drillin it (drillin it) What, yeah, bring it live with the... yeah Feelin it (feelin it) killin it (killin it) Like this [Tash] Party down, party down, party down! [Xzibit] Bringin it live once again, yeah, cause I be killin it (What, stabbin it, beatin it, yeah) [Tash] Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit like this out the West coast [J-Ro] Say what, wha-what, wha-what what? I say what, wha-what, wha-what what? It's the likwid crew [Tash] We be killin it, uhh, cause we be feelin it... [J-Ro] Say what, say what, say what wha-what wha-what what? more free lyrics |
19. _ Off The Wall
[Keith Murray] You can get it, get it, get it, get it [Tash] Dude, what you got on my forty homey? One two, likwid, likwid, likwid What you think motherfucker? Course I do - came down Fuck it up, uhh, uhh Chorus: Get your back up off the wall "get with it" [Keith Murray] And you can get it, get it, get it, get it Get your back up off the wall "get with it" [Keith Murray] And you can get it, get it, get it, yeah Verse One: Tash I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes The R&B singers or the niggaz with flows So what I did was took a poll like Clinton versus Dole (Cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control) And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away Good choice, cuz Rico don't be losin his voice and no... [activator spraying sound] to make my hair look moist Just a sack of palm dale that I got from Dontrell Cuz this is how I do it but it ain't Montell It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer That be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner Cuz look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh in your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the road Cause Tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold Gold, or double plat CaTashTrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that) Horizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute party shit! The R&B niggaz try to swipe That's why they call MC's to make they remixes hype But I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya Chorus 2X Verse Two: J-Ro Who the hell let the dog out the gate? Ready or not, here I come to set it straight Cause it's a thin line between love and hate So MC's bow down and prepare to meet your fate Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes they wanna backstab and bite my rhymes But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight? Just give in, cause you know you'll never win, right? It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour A three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power (Stop look and listen) That's the way of the world I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels Is it just my imagination, or is my generation Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration Peace to the departed, I get it started like A-B C, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner (I'm searching for Mary Jane, man have you seen her?) Yeah, I found love on a two way street Now I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what) This is my message to MC's to make em quiver Signed, sealed, delivered Chorus Verse Three: Keith Murray I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me So dark you can't overlook me Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall I call up Tha Liks and we drunk em all Heavy or small, you drink, forget it You ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala skill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in Manila One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller Superstar status guerilla, still I to this day drink Olde English cannot stand Miller A real hip-hop berzerker At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous Originality you lack So take that move back catch a heart attack Get your back up off the wall Chorus 4X with variations Female: (imitating vocal from Nobody Beats the Biz) Nobody beats Tha Liks (4X) You know nobody can beat Tha Liks I know nobody can beat Tha Liks We rock you on and on Nobody beats Tha Liks more free lyrics |
20. _ Likwit Ridas
Intro: WhoRidas. Tha Alkaholiks (X8) WhoRidas: Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock With the master key, but the master key be me I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove And commence to roll, like a tire A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin' And we came prepared because I'm round hoe On the down low And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder So we smoke a hundered yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin? No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin' But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers You stick around and watch my money lay ya And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin' They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press Hittin' hard like a tech on the target Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right." J-Ro: J-Ro rock the party till the needle start skippin' I'm trippin' like Pippen, long hour sippin' Uh, ? deep into books on my shelves I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves What good is a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame And a Volkswagen brain My style be kind of old, like gold But it's the reason why I still mold, C-notes in my bill fold I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you with me Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes My flows are numerous like East Valley murders Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like Rally's burgers You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro With the Cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever Fuckin' with the Likwit will get your head severed WhoRidas get it poppin' lik Buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job At rappin', we just attempt, and I Pimp the flow like I'mp the Dimp And I run around 40's like my nigga Shawn Kemp, and I'm out Hook: This is how it goes down, check out he sound Westcoast underground, who is the tightest? The Liks and WhoRidas (X2) WhoRidas: Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed I can't cross what a nigga need with greed So I sit with Walley, and make my plan till dividens will end With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice But don't put a thang on hold we roll We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an Arab For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh Jesus In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand So many niggas ou there trying to be the man Like Neon Deion, got jacked like peons On the front line for the first time Talking: Hey, what's the big idea? Put that gun away Harry we have a deal. It's never too late to improve your barganing position. Tash: And to whom it my concern, it's Tash turn to burn Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from Howard Stern And host my own show Cause Tash is bout it bout when it's crowded I'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm Guinestouted So slide some oil to these stiff MC's While I get into this style that bones like M 3's Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly Even Oakland niggas ay "Tash is hella saucy" (What!) I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions The Hennessy is fuckin' with my vision But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind That's why I walk around L.A. with more hoes than Ginuwine So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle I'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin' That's why you lookin' at me like "Tash is up to somethin'." I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras I feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me Cause I go by the name of (Catashtophy!) Hook (X2) more free lyrics |
21. _ Rockin' With the Best
[Tash] Uhh... ahh, uhh uhh [J-Ro] Uhh, ah one two [Tash] Check it out [J-Ro] Ah one two and ah, ah one two [Tash] It's Tha Liks [J-Ro] Ah yes yes, you're now rockin with the best Yes yes, you're now rockin with the best Uhh, come from the what? Yes, you're now rockin with the best [Def'] One two, Defari's in the house [J-Ro] Defari in the house, you're now rockin with the best [J-Ro] Everytime I rhyme I swing mine like wind chimes It's crack a brew, tie your shoe, do a backspin time I quit sellin weed but I stuff dimes in my sack TJ Rolls, Crackerjacks, Mad Lib, Loot Pack I'll make you move and change your number like Shaq to wear you out like slacks like when the button on your back pocket cracks I used to roll with moms, shotgun in the Datsun Rest in peace shouts out to Donnie LaToya Watson A real mother for ya, the Ro will never bore ya I clock mail like Mel be spittin game like a lawyer I rolled it up, spark it, then I blow like Branford got one more Son than Sanford's tryin to send him to Stanford ... and ohh yo like Quasimoto my name rings bells, it's time for Tha Likwit photo Yes... ladies and gentlemen... You are now rockin with the best [Chorus: repeat 2X] Yes, you are now rockin, you are now rockin You are now rockin with the best [Phil Da Agony] You're now rockin with the best, maximum capacity for MC's that ain't for the Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull Pullin words like tug of war from my memory banks core secure, sweat pours through the forces I give em more Who wanna see a Likwit MC without the glass ya laugh, feel the wrath of the blast of the liquor in the flask, so don't ask, or form the question Verbal harassment, to your environment Music element, to your concious, the beat ready rocker Sippin the vodka straight smokin the sess that niggaz hate I got the the grammer for Panorama City, with bills in my socks so they won't break in my pocket on the block Fool I'm bout to go purchase me some Old Gold beer My niggaz gettin wasted on my stairs and under the stairs Liks can cock while I'm twistin my beers You gotta be able to twist at least three, to Phil Da Agony, really My currency stretch, for the stress while I book my matches, askin niggaz who wanna match this Yes, you are now rockin, you are now rockin You are now rockin with the best [Chorus] [Tash] Niggaz think I'm off my rocker, but big Tash is lifted off that vodka So rappers know it's curtains from the second that I spot ya Cause the top notcher goes the extra length to bring it liver Get me drunk enough and Tash'll crash a party skydivin Cause to danger I'm no stranger, my mic has insurance But just to keep it safe I called E-40 for endurance So it's a everyday occurance for the Alkie fam to slam the Likwid hits that make y'all niggaz say, "Yes god damn!" So get off your ass and JAYAM, to the sounds of Rum and Coke while I blow my smoke and show you how deep my Likwid soak into your brain, I still got the style they can't explain But my homey wanna bust so tell these niggaz what's your name! [E-Swift] I'm E-Swift, my beats are known to leave speakers blown In any fuckin zone, my style is prone to wet the microphone The hardcore music conductor, the Likwit MC slash beat constructor, rockin this motherfucker That's some stuff niggaz I'm finished, if lyrics need to be replenished I'm sendin bitin MC's to the dentist to get they grill fixed cause they got too addicted Now they feelin the pain that Tha Liks have inflicted I make clubs swing like Tiger Woods on the green I go the whole eighteen, avoiding anything in between Niggaz tune into these flows like Friday night mix shows on the radio, my crew is unfadeable [Chorus] more free lyrics |
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