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1. _ Goin' Crazy
Smokin... Hey! [J-Ro] I'm a lik, your a lik Everybody on that shit Everybody wanna get All fucked up I'm a lik, your a lik Everybody on that shit Everybody wanna get All fucked up [J-Ro] Ladies shake it up Mackin'-Ro shakedown I shake the ground When I roll through your town I shake my glass of cognac with ice I shake dice I shake niggaz with bad advice Bullet comin at ya like rice at a wedding Lace you with a fresh white hospital bedding Liks are westcoast veterans You weak like the Bengals Soft like mangos and rainbows I train hos to love me Only gotta rub me I make the whole world wanna pop that bubbly And by the way, I'm Al Al-co-holic I act a fool and frolic Till I hurl in the toilet J-Ro dangerously Givin you brain surgery Like a drunken doctor Drunken mic-rocker The hos mouth smell like cock, uh I should sock ya And lock ya In a room with nothing but bread and vodka [Ha!] [Chorus] Can't you see I'm losing my mind Goin' Crazy Over this hip-hop, hey! Can't you see that I'm losing my mind, again (Tash) Say what? Over this hip-hop, hey! [Tash] I'm back at-ch ya Ca-tash-tra Spy master with a deuce-deuce I bump heads with rappers Tryin to knock them niggaz screws lose So come watch the fireworks, believe me its a trip While Tash will fry ya extra crispy, like Stevie's on the strip I never rap typical I might change the topic, though Rap about the ghetto then I switch to something tropical Fuckin' wit ya opticals I jump right out ya screen Make your woman do the splits, put a rip up in the jeans 'Cuz Calvin Klein's No friend of mine But I be fuckin with his dimes on the billboard signs Rhymnes shine like spotlights on inmates at San Quentin E-Swift bang the tracks, make the hottest jams written Sittin' in the dark Flows sprark the light If you drunk while you rappin time to park your mic It's like this, muthafuckers Time for all y'all to peep the flow Y'all goin' crazy now I lost my mind like 3 weeks ago Feelin' like a UFO Everybody stop and stare Fresh out the chair On "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" Time for us to take it there Peep what we showing you You goin' crazy now We know what the fuck you goin' through [Chorus] Can't you see I'm losing my mind Goin' Crazy Over this hip-hop, hey! Can't you see that I'm losing my mind, again (J-Ro) Yo! Over this hip-hop, hey! [J-Ro] Yo, Swift twist the beat that hit hard like Tyson squabbles Ain't a drunk, my motto rowdy as the game module Me and my apostles, puff and breathe through nostrils Honeys peel Milano Wanna ride this colossal Might find me and Tash, in a green El Dorado With some models that gobble South-side Chicago Might be poppin' bottles Rocky Mountains, Colorado Or Harlem world Poppin' collars up in the Apollo Goin'crazy [Tash] Crazy, crazy, crazy Them niggaz lookin jealous 'Cuz y'all niggaz can't blaze me Page me on battle night We'll do it via sattelite Channel 2, Pay-per-view I'll serve you without a mic Leave your eyes without a face Disappear without a trace Last seen in outer-space You all in court without a case Don't fight it The Liks is united They say we broke up but every story's two-sided [Nigga...] Can't you see I'm losing my mind Goin' Crazy Over this hip-hop, hey! Can't you see that I'm losing my mind, again Over this hip-hop, hey! [J-Ro] Niggaz goin' berserk Yeah, uh huh, uh huh [Uh huh] uh-huh Niggaz need Niggaz need a new drug One that don't make ya sick One that don't make ya throw-up One that don't make ya sleepy One that don't make ya beat up on your kids more free lyrics |
2. _ Bar Code
[Tash] The drunken funk'n has returned Let's take it back to the old school one time y'all, uhh Ya fuckin with me? Damn right y'all fuck with us boy (Shotglass, ha! Ain't it drunk) Alkaholiks, say what? (Yo Tash, smack these niggaz up!) With my Alkaholik style still comin of age Free as a bird the beer fly on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a lil' somethin A nigga like CaTash'll get this motherfucker pumpin I walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlights And I ain't drunk shit, I'm still faded from last night That's right y'all, the Alkahol be spittin Comin through bitches.. [J-Ro] I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L's a day Got kegs in my room and bales of hay Twenty-five roaches piled in my ashtray Some like it slow some live the fast way All the ladies know I'm wild and nas-tay I live the "Rap Life" like my nigga Tash say I down the whole brew, never half way I'm back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe [Chorus 2X: Tha Liks] Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips When I sip, you sip, we sip - altogether now Back, and, forth - to the bar y'all Back, and, forth - to the bar y'all [Xzibit] They say one man's trash is the next man's treasure Next man pain be the other man's pleasure Whatever you wanna drink ma we bought the bar out Last cats to call out, who wan' fall out? Worst case scenario walkin, I hate talkin Do the damn thing, let your dogs start barkin Embracin the bass (yeah) who keep you laced with Henessey to the face, tequila with no chaser Liks - bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks Fuckin smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits I just - drop my shit, never stop servin Everything bump even the two-way versions I'm the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worst Survived starvin to death and dyin of thirst Come through, bring a homegirl, double the fun bitch Cause two heads is better than one, so let's go [Chorus] [Tash] So if Tash die tonight, rap music don't owe me shit I done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes) Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallon of that strong shit that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen Profilin in the beat-up ass bucket like fuck it Bitch I make this car look good Knock on wood, knock on MC's just for practice Cause y'all niggaz can't fuck with these drunken-ass tactics [J-Ro] We - stompin, rompin niggaz with the bumpin rhymes that keep the b-boys jumpin Sayin ho, ladies sayin ow Get it now front row wipe that brew from your brow Cristal and malt liquor go down the same pipe You drink with us you probably piss in the bed the same night You throwin up on your clothes no hoes fo' sho' Now you on your back pointin at the sky with your toes [Chorus] - 2X as beat fades more free lyrics |
3. _ Sickness
[Tash] You ready? Are you ready? Aiyyo we need some beer to the stage quick (quick-quick-quick..) Alkaholiks on the set (oooh-OOOH!) Y'all ready? (ooh-OOP!) Uhh.. Aiyyo it's six million drinks to try, choose one So you can catch a buzz while Likwid show you how it's done Bouncin off the walls is just my niggaz havin fun With all these weak niggaz, why the fuck'd we lose Pun? Damn it's a trip to see the world twist around us But Tha Alkaholik clique, a.k.a. the 40 downers gets twisty, twisty, yak and brews Black Rob flows is "Whoa!", Tha Liks is like "Whoo!" Is there a doctor in the house cause somebody gonna need him Tash fight for his right to party, I need my freedom So I can drink in public without the cops eyein me F.B.I. spyin me cause everybody buyin me [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks But before I put it down all I need is a fix Now bust a nut - I rhymes aways on different days And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed I'm like a sickness; I'm like a sickness but there is no cure And when you hear my voice don't it sound so pure Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' So whether we together kickin down the doors [J-Ro] From Lake Buteras to Paris generic rappers get embarassed We inherit b-boy Sermons just like Erick's Liks been flowin longer than your grandparent's marriage Eatin buzzed brownies more than Bugs eat carrots Kick back in the 'llac like a horse and a carriage Spittin "The Facts of Life" more than Tudy and Ms. Garrett When I'm runnin my errands Dayton rims feel like Ferris Get socked in your larynx, if yo' ass get careless [Tash] Aiyyo who stole the soul? I did cause I was desperate Send a random note to Loud - I want a million for my next shit I know you got the money Steve just reach into that grab bag Then step back and watch me drop these "Bombs On Baghdad" Cause Tash rap melodical, drunk periodical Niggaz think they hot but I'm seein they ain't got it though I'm from L.A. you from Idaho, no skills you gotta go Fo' albums deep, so y'all motherfuckers gotta know We birds of a feather so we, smoke together Tha Liks and Rocwilder gonna, choke whoever ain't in this motherfucker comin raw dog style Hold my drink Mr. Tan while I jump in the crowd [Chorus] [J-Ro] Excuse my gutter language, but fuck bein famous Ro bust for nameless don of rhymin china chainless Olde English ancient drive Chevy's with paint chips I breathe herb, so they say my words is tainted Let's take it back to "Colors" get your face painted with fat caps I got more rhymes in my mind than you can fit in your backpacks Go 'head, eat 'em up like snack packs I stay busy like crack shacks I like my hoes with the lickable toes And the silver dollar nipples that be pokin out the clothes Now I suppose you want flows like MackinRo's Cause you be standin on the stage at all our motherfuckin shows James Robinson, even my name is dominant Lyrics astonishin from the Likwid Conglomerate My crew in it, I'm in it, so we remain prominent Rap game I'm bombin it, it's too much Uncle Tom in it [Chorus] - 2X more free lyrics |
4. _ L-I-K-S
[Tash] Ha ha, hahaha! Straight ignorance at it's finest We got the rowdy ass Alkaholik boys in the house tonight They brought they homeboys the Animal House to come fuck witch'all Animal House full of skateboarders, headbangers, slang bashers Y'know, check me out Aiyyo Tha Liks work beats like Custom Auto When the fans hear the name they straight rush a bottle It's two-thou' now niggaz what's the motto? (Keep it pourin motherfucker) ahh 'til it hurts to swallow I got a Rollo-ass style with no strings attached If you ain't come to battle don't bring yo' raps It's Tha Liks baby, yeah yeah the same team Yo Swift, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means [E-Swift] Aight {L} Lush, lewd Leanin on the ledge of the bar, loud rowdy and rude Longevity, lots of enegry Legendary Likwid Crew for life, large following {I} Illustrious, impressive In your rap section, not imperfection International, inner city nigga I'm the truth in the isolated booth, idolize my group {K} K.O. niggaz who keep runnin off at the mouth, keep it bouncin down South We stay keyed, keep on givin the fans what they need Keep it rough for these streets (Swift) {S} So inebriated, so faded So underrated, so concentrated So focused, so much ambition So much recognition, that's the definition of [Chorus] {L}.. to the motherfuckin {I}.. to the motherfuckin {K}.. to the motherfuckin {S}.. what comes next? It's the {L}.. to the motherfuckin {I}.. to the motherfuckin {K}.. to the motherfuckin {S}.. what comes next? [Tash] So when Tha Liks is on the set it's that same shit perpetual A gang of rookie niggaz tryin to drink against professionals But y'all bow down around drink six When you seein nine of us but it's only three Liks Headbangin beats leaves necks with pinched nerves Tash slurs word serves when I'm sippin C-derb But y'all already know what's the name of my team So yo J, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means [J-Ro] {L} Los Angeles, lyrical manhandlers Got ladies laid up in the lab, livin skanless For the love of brew, younger son named Lou Likwid niggaz in the party laminate your whole body {I} I'm usin alcohol infusion You idiots get bruised cause you choosin an illusion How can I be inhumane? In a world full of animals I'm pure like Iverson handles {K} You know you better kneel to Likwid Knights We down with the King plus we knit real tight We got the knack to make knots, leave me the fuck alone before I break you down from kneecaps to knuckle bones {S} Shit you done walked into a storm We reign seven feet above the norm Pull it over to the side, I'm slip slidin and swervin Servin this broad in a suburban, I hit her with the [Chorus] {L}.. {I}.. {*music fades*} more free lyrics |
5. _ Run Wild
[Tash] This time I'ma make a lil', a lil' AHH [Shae Fiol] Come on everybody Tha Likwid crew is comin through your town and we're runnin wild [Tash] Ahhhhh! (Say what?) Alkaholiks in this bitch.. Smoke somethin, drink somethin Run wild, run wild.. Niggaz, bitches - back again to get it crackin Smoked a blunt, drunk a brew, turned around and look what happened (Whatcha workin with?) Official party clique Weed smokin drunk, O.D.B./Bob Marley shit (We got that shit) so ladies come and get it Custom-fitted flows for all the hoes that's fuckin with it (Liks comin thick) so where the party at? You know how we act once we buzzed off that Cognac [Shae Fiol] Whatcha wanna do? (Whatcha wanna do?) [J-Ro] Whatcha wanna do? Look who's in front of you, crazy old Likwid Crew [Shae Fiol] Whatcha gonna do? [J-Ro] Get it poppin now It ain't no stoppin now, bustaz we knockin out (You must be off that rum) I was born to bust Some say I cuss too much, but I don't give a fuck [Shae Fiol] Where's it comin from? [J-Ro] It's comin from the soul Hip-Hop and rock'n'roll, we bout to lose control [Chorus: Tha Liks] We run wild, RUN WILD, run wild, RUN WILD {*E-Swift scratches: "run.. run.. run.. run wild"*} We run wild, RUN WILD, run wild, RUN WILD {*E-Swift scratches: "run.. run.. run.. run.."*} {*E-Swift scratches: "run.. run.. run.. run.."*} {*E-Swift scratches: "run.. run.. run wild"*} [Shae Fiol] Come on everybody Tha Likwid crew is comin through your town and we're runnin wild [Tash] {"Run wild"} - off that gin and tonic Alkaholiks comin through, smokin all y'all niggaz chronic (Why you trippin on me?) Straight black and blue Yo I ain't know homey that bitch I fucked was married to you [Shae Fiol] Tell me bout your flows [Tash] My flow is lethal J-Swift and Rico smash mics like the repo (Can we po' some mo'?) Got beer Listen here, y'all niggaz could fight, but not in here [Shae Fiol] Whatcha wanna do? [J-Ro] Where the smokey smoke? Man I just broke a note, up in the club I'm choke [Shae Fiol] Whatcha gonna do? [J-Ro] We came to beat it up Break it on down and clown, order another round (Do the damn thing) Please examine the way that we damage ya, peace out to Canada (These fools can't hang) We runnin wild tonight with a new style tonight, we bout to.. [Chorus] [Shae Fiol] Come on everybody Tha Likwid crew is comin through your town and we're runnin wild [Tash] {"Run run"} we go all out to ball out CaTash be runnin wild like ARRAGH - who let the dogs out? (Run wild) break yo'self through the maze We rockin ninety-thousand underground at the raves (Say what?) Dialogue is strange, I wrote this in the rain I do what I do then I pop that champagne [Shae Fiol] Pop that champagne [Tash] I rap passionate Bitch, make yo' breath stink, and house party crashin it [Shae Fiol] Whatcha wanna do? [J-Ro] We came to rock for y'all And it don't stop at all, we bout to have a ball [Shae Fiol] Whatcha gonna do? [J-Ro] I wanna dance with ya Pose for the camera, are you a fan of the [Shae Fiol] L-I-K-S [J-Ro] I like the sound of that Keep it around the map, hip-hop is comin back [Shae Fiol] Best from the West [J-Ro] We got the shit tonight Get with Lik-wid tonight, we bout to [Chorus] [Shae Fiol] Come on everybody Tha Likwid crew is comin through your town and we're runnin wild more free lyrics |
6. _ 40 Oz Quartet Part I
{*audience applauds*} Lazy-ass gentlemans.. may I have yo' drunk-ass attention please Comin to you motherfuckers live on stage here tonight I'd like to present.. the most intoxicated, most inbreezeiated Most anpissipated, group of our time - the 40 Oz, Quartet Take it away, gentlemans [J-Ro] It's the cap twistin clique that get you sick off one sip of this concoction - pass it to a nigga like Stockton Grape juice, Johnny Walker, Olde E, and Hennesey So much Remi in my kidney they had to send me to Sidney to find a remedy, from drinkin kegs all alone I wish they'd leave my head alone, I'm just an alkie to the bone They try to send me to AA, I said "Ay ay!" Not today-day, I just bought a bottle of Tan-gueray-ray But first I gots to finish, my eight ball and Guinness I'm feelin so dry now man, I must replenish Ohhhh I like the gurrrls with the fat backs But I be so damn wet I never get a chance to smack that Straight out of order sign on the weenie Wasted chips buyin a bitch a gang of apple martinis I'm.. just.. a drunk (I can't help myself) I'm.. just.. a drunk (Drinkin X.O. off the top shelf) I'm.. just.. a drunk (No I can't help myself) I'm.. just.. a drunk-k {*audience applauds*} more free lyrics |
7. _ My Dear
[Chorus 2X: Tha Liks - overlaps "Passin' Me By" sample first line] My dear my dear my dear you do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you [Tash] Listen - it was a quarter past, one - the lights went, low Everybody know the Likwid Crew's about to flow At an Alkaholiks everybody go bananas Niggaz slammin in the pit, bitches poppin off the cameras Any mic you hand us Likwid niggaz make us killers So we rock the motherfucker now we back stage - ILLIN Still in, my wet ass clothes, strikin a pose Niggaz askin who's (?) nigga, mind yo' rolls I'm peepin out the hoes turnin up a forty ounce All y'all women y'all can stay but all y'all niggaz gotta bounce I looked across the room and seen this girl about to leave Pretty face big titties weave hangin to her sleeve Please believe I rushed her, Tash he on attack Gave that bitch a oo-OOOP, the bitch looked back I let her hit my cognac, she got buzzed and started wobblin I asked her what she do, she said videos and modelin [Chorus] - 2X [Defari] You don't know me, I bone you send you home feelin lonely You always say, "Defari - how come you never hold me? (How come) How come we don't go out so I can be your best homie?" Cause I just wanna FUCK; you too god damn nosey Play your position, no games, no pretendin Don't act like you on top when you not badder than these women (nope) Think you a Queen, when you really my (?) Always listen to you talk, but me, never sharing And if I'm sharing never vital information cause you'd probably snitch you bitch in a vital situation Now you want my government to floss when you runnin with your homegirls - stupid, it's a cold world I'ma keep it pimpin like Goldie and that nigga Slim Alkaholiks, J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift be them But you don't know me yet and still you wanna blow me Bust a nut, uh-huh, okay, whassup? Shut up! [Chorus] - 2X [J-Ro] You don't know me you don't know me you don't own me always on me Tellin me to drop my forty when I'm chillin with my brodie While I got the mic I'd like to tell you that you ain't my type Because my dear you don't, have the common sense to see the light My tastes vary; from rats to bitches niggaz wanna marry You won't share me but you say my baby you will carry You done went insane, callin me by my name; like "Whassup J?" Girl you oughta be shamed Call me J-Ro, or Daddy, you bad you mistaken if you thought you had me, twisted like a bad knee Type of cat that won't call you back, make you bring me cognac And a whole zone of that, hop yo' ass out my lap Fuck out, you gotta go, quit runnin yo' mouth You good for nothin but, layin yo' ass all on my couch It's cold outside, but you still gotta be out Get out my doorway girl, you lettin all my heat out .. and that's real [Pharcyde] "My dear my dear my dear you do not know me but I know you very well Now let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you" [Chorus] - 2X more free lyrics |
8. _ 40 Oz Quartet Part II
{*audience applauds*} Lazy-ass gentlemans, quiet down quiet down please I'd like to welcome all y'all intoxicated-ass niggaz to the X.O. Experience For this next selection was played on the forty ounce bottles So without further adieu, please put yo' bottles to yo' lips And bring to stage live on here tonight The 40 Oz Quarter - gentlemans, take it away [Tash] Tash is known for the bangin bashs So on the way out I be slangin aspirins Hella friends we know said we short a couple sandwiches They fucked theyself up and tried to sue us for damages Spanish kids be passin us tequila 'til we bagged they senoritas off them nine margaritas We take 'em back to Filas, kick off our new Adidas We off the chain, we off the hook, we off the motherfuckin meters We off the.. we ahh.. we off that liquor with the.. with the.. Ay, ay hold up man I'm seein I'm seein pink elephants, blue clovers, and green stars Ay man I'm up here fucked up man ay That don't stop my flow Ay straight up shout out to the West coast man Thanks for supportin your boys through the years It's been beers sweat and tears but we still here The Likwid Crew, Columbus Ohio Suave Management, Loud Records All the homies coast to coast overseas and everywhere else man I just wanna say that.. The Liks.. {*throws up*} {*laughter*} more free lyrics |
9. _ Bully Foot
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'n Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm And I am alongside, Alkaholiks-In-Some'n Mmhmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck y'all want? Mhmmm-mmm.. Let me feel on some bitches, with this bully foot rap Now, every-time-I-give-y'all-shit-that blow up the spot, fuck what you got And bless and execute strategical plots that's to "Extinction Level Event" these wack niggaz offa this block Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drink; watchin y'all niggaz get sick Holdin ya stomachs 'til you earl in the sink The type of dude I never put in my clicks; because you funny and you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a bitch I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so-called Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float along the coast y'all This very given moment, opponent; niggaz like you ain't allowed up in our circle cause we DON'T condone it We love to microphone it, perhaps What we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw SEWAGE raps And for the last thing that I'ma make clear That when we present watch your step when you be COMIN round here [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Every-time-we-give-y'all-shit-that blow up the spot (fuck what you got, we got) Shit for the East and the South and the West coast We blazin hot (controllin the block, you better) Watch-yo'-head-while-we-bust-somethin to make ya duck (said get down nigga what?) You know We-got-shit-that-make-y'all-wild-out to bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know) [J-Ro] This world's tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me I fall down and just rebound like Charles Oakley Hoes be like all he wanna do is poke me Bitch what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey? Her boyfriend Smokey said he was gonna smoke me Her daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke me And she still want me, keep blowin up my Noki' Tryin to provoke me to fall for okey-dokey Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit I'm just spittin liquid in the middle of the pit Turn it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb I'm iller than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the prom Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these mics? {*scratched: "You motherfucker!"*} [Chorus] [Tash] We out for justice so bust this it's Busta and the Alkies Niggaz wanna know the secret but they just can't get it out me So they talk that shit about me but to me that's never not They pop that shit across the room while I down another shot I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose composure Close my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this party over I still got that flare so just stare from over there Cause I'm so accurate with guns I put parts in niggaz hair So I declare war - Tha Liks, we fierce competitors The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors like, "Tha Liks is veterans - they straight from California We ain't even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us" like {RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just like a Dungeon Dragon Taggin Tash up on the wall while my pants is saggin Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the club The quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit your bud [Chorus] more free lyrics |
10. _ Best U Can
We know the fuck y'all really want Y'all want us.. right, right? [Tash] Let's get it pumped up, pumpin, the jump-off to jumpin Aiyyo I'm lookin in your eyes you look a little drunkin pumpkin You buzzin? Oh really, you faded kinda early These my homeboys, introduce your homegirlies What's your name? (Shirley) Well this my nizzle swivel He like the way you pop it, like the way your booty wiggle Y'all bout it? (We bout it) Everybody crowd around it Mouths hit the floor, all my niggaz look astounded Dom P? Hell naj, that shit a waste of money We drink that Cristal, Dom P be tastin funny {*bleh*} You a Likqit bunny, and i'm Hugh Hef' After Tash get to mackin, y'all can have who's left Cause, with this game, Tash legal and all If ain't home, call me back, cause I've been screenin my calls All y'all gotta pause, cause we (we) know (know) what (what) y'all (y'all) broads (broads) really want [Chorus] You know you want me mama, you want me to be your man But if you really want me girl, you gotta wiggle the best you can [J-Ro] He's on his way to the club, puffin on a dub He never wait in line, cause he always get love He's drinkin it, drinkin up, drikin all the time He can't hold it back, he's lookin for a dime He say two drinks and the ass is mine She play dudes like him just passin time So they hop inside, the Cadillac The chaffeur drove off, and it never came back She say, "Ay daddy, do you like that?" He say, "Yeah mami, just like that" She say, "You know I never did this before" He say, "Yeah, sure; tell me more" Knock on wood grain, the whole hood sayin you give good brains, I ain't playin A little champagne, but no damn rain And the next week it was the same damn thang [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Tash] Yo.. I know you want me little mama, but tell me what you think about Girls like you drain a motherfucker bank account The cars, the ice, the clothes, the dough All that for slidin down a motherfuckin pole?! I'm state of the art, you still playin your part A nigga like Tash'll make it pump from the start Game pump from my heart like oil through a pipeline You waitin on some chips, you might wait like three lifetimes [J-Ro] Mack and Ro, crackin hoes Drop them fat back down to the flo' Do it for the dough, pro-fessional Make a dude wanna blow his whole cash flow (You know you want me mama) I know you want me mama (You want me to be your man) Show me you want me girl Neptunes make it bounce around the world and back Make you do the damn thang, when the club is packed, yeah [Chorus] You know you want me mama, you want me to be your man But if you really want me girl, you gotta wiggle the best you can I can tell you want me mama, you want me to be your man But if you really want me girl, you gotta wiggle the best you can more free lyrics |
11. _ 151
[Tash] 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 niggaz once, y'all better read my mouth Fuck bein broke, cause bein broke ain't no joke Broke niggaz 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: Xzibit] 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 [J-Ro] 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 Aiyyo - 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] [Tash] 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 Aiyyo J where you at? [J-Ro] 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.U.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] more free lyrics |
12. _ Anotha Round
[J-Ro] Yaa Yeah It's the return of three drunk mothafuckas Huh, yeah It's Tha Liks We gots Stan the guitar man in the house Mothaclucka Uh-uh What? [Verse 1: J-Ro] I'm sick like a sore throat swallow Drunk act to follow I'll make the whole bottle hollow (What a ride) Rollin' wit' a open container And one in the chamber Ten Likwit CD's in the changer Bettin' wages on the Lakers Yo' squad is in danger Hoes go two ways these days like my pager Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro Oh, you didn't know? (No) Well, fuck you then! I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats Got more ? than biceps, relax Pure hoes jockin' in the studio flats When I'm in the house, take off the wave cap for hats Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat Raised in the valley of the shadow of death So I fear none, time to ? [Chorus] We are Tha Alkaholiks It's last call, can we get anotha round? We are Tha Alkaholiks And I know ya like the way it's goin' down [Verse 2: Tash] So all the ladies to the Limo It's Tha Alkaholik car pool Lyrics bang from thirty feet To blow y'all niggas off your bar stool We back, to wet'cha The flawless, the wallus Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks [Tha Liks] We the same three niggas that be makin' the noise Doin' donuts in Ferrari's, like some drunk hot boys Do or die fool Straight from the home of where we spark from Where the weed'll leave ya dizzy Like a tranquelizer dart gun The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown Well, I made a million dollars off this shit I penciled down Flashy Tashy, be gunnin' from the worsest alliance And when I die, I'ma donate all my verses to science Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lonesark You be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own mark I'm sober and justice, why this is my year Screamin' "Party over here, fuck y'all over there!" (Party over here, fuck y'all over there!) [Chorus] [Verse 3: J-Ro] King Tee started it off, and then came Tha Liks Then Xzibit added hot done proda to the mix Then Defari, "Hey you!" Comin' through, Likwit Crew And ? gets the broom, who can sin it? Who can sin it? Twisted and been it But if the funk ain't in it My DJ always submitted to spin it If I said that I meant it Don't get'cha mouth pin it in ? We feelin' with a penny, represent it [Verse 4: Tash] If it don't say Likwit, then you won't get bent Aiyyo, dollars and cents, make the world just awkward Got niggas in the hood, livin' next to their doctor I'm a rowdy, mic-rocker, since the age of twenty-two In the video, flossin', like "This could be you" Likwit Crew, do it up, 'til the wheels fall off Unlike these other niggas, that had it and lost it We stayed in the game, stayed hot Turned up the flame "Y'all know the name" [Chorus 2x] more free lyrics |
13. _ Da Da Da Da
Hmm (hmmm).. Shh-shh-shh-shh.. da-da da-da Ohh, shit! Haha.. da-da da-da? Da-da da-da (yeah like that) da-da da-da (This how it go) da-da da-da? Da-da da-da, da-da da-da (Two thou' style) da-da da-da? Da-da da-da, da-da da-da [Tash] Aiyyo Tha Alkies set the trends that the whole world follow Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles (Are you a role model?) Not, CaTash'll steal yo' beatbox I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggaz with cheap shots The gunner - Wonderman, Wonderwoman husband The stunner - fuck with us y'all niggaz must be buzzin I love it; we coulda been washed like dirty dishes but the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes First I wished for health cause I be thinkin bout myself I be drinkin by myself, livin shrinkin like an elf Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account Young niggaz with money, that's somethin we need to think about Cause we could be the President, we could be the Senators Right now niggaz think we just drug dealers and janitors We big, that's big, we large, in charge I told the Genie next I want a car like the stars A Bentley, a Coupe, a truck with the OOP With the three level seats for when it's time to scoop my group I thirst, for loops, I told the Genie next I want the King Tee albums plus Xzibit on cassette Next, I told the Genie like it or not Last wish I hope you die cause I want yo' spot Tash come from rock bottom want funk beats we got 'em I can bust my shit in spring you won't catch it 'til next autumn We taught them niggaz how to rhyme this hot We drink a lot, smoke a lot, da-da da-da, da-da da-da [Chorus 2X: Tha Liks] .. da-da da-da? Da-da da-da, da-da da-da .. da-da da-da? Da-da da-da, da-da da-da [J-Ro] Babylon and chron' - six foes on the line Smashin down Avalon like a ghetto amazon Brown-bagger; take it to the head like Marvin Hagler Livin underground like a badger Wall to wall like a tagger - original pants sagger Bite my rhymes and your whole grill might shatter Remi and Hennesey, fuckin up my bladder If your girl say she know me then I probably got at her Sometimes I'm hard to find like downtown parkin spaces I'ma be old and grey and still flirtatious Remove my shoes for foot races, primitive man ate fish But MC's are the latest on my dish mentally spacious You didn't create this so you, naturally hate this Wait Miss, do you like what you see? How do you rate this? Relax I'm not a rapist just, one of the greatest Born winner hair full of basses opposite of weightless Mastered the art of holdin bottles double-fisted X.O Hennesey fifth, unassisted We not promotin drinkin, we just havin some fun Fuck it, we drink in Appleton and Nantucket Mashin down Van Nuys, puffin stress in the bucket Ghetto hip-hop for the public, you love it At Lovitz, you love the Alkaholik wino Pissin off the strippers up in the spearmint rhinos {*group laughter*} You like that? A like da da-da [Chorus] - 1.5X [E-Swift] Okay, here we go, original, liquor sto' flow Ghetto non-mellow pissy drunk alkapella yo' average, everyday around the hood fellows Though we always bring the ruckus we some wild motherfuckers Niggaz call me CPR - I help rap music breathe with beats and rhymes you wouldn't believe What I did is that you couldn't conceive with a ho on each sleeve with a crew of niggaz rollin on D's It's them Alkaholik niggaz flowin with the toilet niggaz Party-crashin raid-thrashin beer-smashin brolic niggaz Peers drinkin irrational thinkin don't give a fuck about nuttin Blame it on the alcohol consumption Yeah we overdid it, I had to admit it It's Tha Likwid, we underground rap music's prime ticket Sick wid it, E-Swift be quick with it Everytime I spit it forget it, y'all need to quit it (Sing it!) [Chorus] {*ad libs of Chorus*} {*ad libs to fade*} more free lyrics |
14. _ Promote Violins
[Kurupt Young Gotti] Ever since I was young I wanted to be Somethin like what I am, uhuhhhhhh... [J-Ro] We promote violins! [Y.G.] Yeah - check me out [J-Ro] We promote violins! [Y.G.] E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro(?) [Y.G.] Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth.. (Let's go, Kurupt..) [Kurupt] May I laugh (?) to yourself, shells Before honor and war I just can't tell I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off The art of warfare in here violence is off (ha) Po-po's gone, periscopes on Telescopes on, and tell her that hope gone And show her that war is war, fours and forty-fours Banana peeling clips stacked ceiling to floor boards Head up the concourse, like (?) in concourse Scissorhands bulldoze ran like Honda Accords I'm perfect with every note, 'til the periscope's on Play like the accordian perfect with every chord We combine, mental body and soul's Columbine Hope floats like public streams, ravines Harm forces that bear armed forces Puttin body parts all over walls and public signs Anxious as Ginuwine Congressional street scholar, professional street soldier Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba Gooding like Cuba Gooding gettin blown like a tuba Dead in the head shells shed red October Shed and spread, cock and pop the glock only I'm with King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like bitch - get the fuck off my dick I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs Crank, crystalized coke in lines I don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck about nuttin) I don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck about nuttin) I don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck about nuttin) [J-Ro] You the only one walkin around with a hot stolen gun Thinkin you Napolean and dream of holdin some while I'm rollin one it's like a medieval upheaval, the regal get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin ate up by the seagulls Now you out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you freezin In the cold sneezin While I'm takin pictures cheesin at the Likwid meetin eatin And we all got heat that be repeatin for you knee-gaz We trippin sippin on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first I need a NURSE (why J?) before my head burst from divin headfirst into your local networks Some people think hip-hop is so obnoxious Some people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes I hope that, MC'sll get a lot of G's per rap Cause while the microphones are on, the place I'll spit my words at If I was in the ring with four men, they'd have to get more men with mops and towels for all the liquid pourin King Tee and Tha Liks, and Kurupt fuck it up like BITCH, get the fuck off my dick I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons Bitches, rats, sluts with big butts I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) I don't give a fuck (I don't give a MOTHERfuck) [Tash] (There it is.. there it goes..) So while the clock be tock tickin Tha Liks be hop hippin Straight drop-kickin victims 'til they egos stop trippin Bitchin while my set is on set to set it off While they set to set-trippin but still can't get it off This section sectioned off for the fly hoes and Alkies Y'all niggaz know the rules you can't pop bottles without me It's Likwid, and all my niggaz is Don Kings Gettin drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs Cause ain't nuttin changed but the size of the bottles We still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass wobble So look but don't touch cause everybody know the facts is Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks with actors Still with Tha Liks, alcoholed it up like BITCH, get the fuck off my dick I got juice, gin, Mo' (Cris) Hen Walkin in the mall with thirty thousand to spend So fuck y'all (we, don't, give, a) [Kurupt] I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) I don't give a fuck (fuck, don't, give, a) I don't give a fuck more free lyrics |
15. _ The Bubble
Nigga quit playin with the god damn drum machine Motherfucker (ha) yo.. [Chorus: repeat 2X] Wherever my crew go, same old scenario Takin over every show, rockin on the radio-ohhhhhhhh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh [E-Swift] It's Tha Liks you know our repoitoire, we party y'all We treat every day like it's fuckin Mardi Gras (y'know) Y'all done started somethin you just can't finish Ten years deep in this game called rap business We takin hip-hop back, it's gettin unbearable Y'all done disrespected the game somethin terrible My Likwid Crew shower you, with rhymes that's uncomparable Beats so ridiculous it just ain't fair to you We act stupid off the tonic and whiskey Smoke so much weed you might think I'm a hippie In the club drunk with my nigga King Tipsy Lookin for some hoes that we can toss like frisbies Bail through the club belligerent like, "Bitch Please" (damn) Tab at the bar is already like six G's Everywhere we go, I roll with the same old gang Doin the same old thang, again and again [Chorus] [Tash] Niggaz know.. (y'all niggaz know).. On your marks get wet, three vets is on the set It's nine years in the game and we ain't lost a step yet We still in full effect with drunk rhymes that make the world spin (While you starin at me nigga) Nigga, I'm starin at your girlfriend Women see us out and think my click is too obnoxious Cause we bail around the party like we off a couple notches We off a couple vodkas, homegirl, we Likwid niggaz Take the time to get to blow us, tell yo' friends come kick it with us Ha ha, all jokes aside, we slide slippers Money fallin out my pocket like I robbed nine strippers Tash is, "Animal House" like Jon Belushi I'll be drinkin all the sake while you eatin all the sushi (damn) (Whattup nigga?) It's still the same situation Tha Liks be gettin head from the same bitch you datin Ratin us a 9'll be a waste of your time We tens with big ends so let the games begin (y'know) [Chorus] [Tash] Niggaz know.. y'all niggaz know.. Niggaz know.. y'all niggaz know.. [King Tee] Yeah, yeah! I'mperialistic without doubt, the King'll blast your character out So stop playin with it, you fadin in it I stay with it, let me present the crown sound Constricted with the Likwid, the ticket round town The wicked wild sound unleashed out the cage Plus the Alkaholiks got the bar on stage Get pissy, Tipsy got a baggy full of cavi J-Ro put D's on the Mavi' Swift got TV's in the Caddy Tash kept it all factory The Likwid far from tacky Even if I step in the Sky Bar, K-Swiss and hard khakis Y'all niggaz better be happy, let me bubble [Chorus] [Tash] Niggaz know.. niggaz know, y'all niggaz know.. Niggaz know.. y'all niggaz know.. {*E-Swift scratches "Tha Liks" until almost the end*} [Chorus - partial] Wherever my crew go, same old scenario.. more free lyrics |
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