1.Aa Meeting Intro
＊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
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
＊tapping on podium＊
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!
2.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＊
3.Captain Hook
Verse one：tash
I knew this nigga by the name of captain hook
Who had a record deal but no lyrics in his book
But everywhere you looked he had a poster for his single
The one he bit the oldie track and stole the oldie jingle
Jangle, but i be comin from a different angle
Cause i want that pot of gold below the hardcore rainbow
But name your price and you'd be down to sell your moms
I'm on a different level while the devil grease your palms
Sign your life away in ink, cause you think you got the talents
But look at hook's bank account and zero is the balance
I repeat, ze-ro, peo-ple
Cause he be worried bout his hook so he could get a spin from
So one single later, he fallin out the game
But before that nigga left, he left us his name
Chorus： tash
Captain hook, captain, captain, captain hook
'spend a little time witcha rhymes'
(repeat 2x)
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk
(repeat 2x)
Verse two： tash
And for your info, i can set it off to any tempo
And have you niggaz puzzled while i make it look so simple
Cause deep inside my mental i got stacks of lyrics hidden
That's why i get the props that captain hooks don't be gettin
Plus they be counterfeitin, styles straight scandals
Spendin too much time tryin to party off the handle
I bust to orlando, tryin to better what i got (why)
Cause i'm tash the likwifyer here to take somebody's spot
But not that nigga named captain hooks
Cause he's the type of rapper, that's always worried bout his
looks
But overnight success don't impress the west that's freshest
He need to take his cheese and invest in rappin lessons
Or catch one for free right here on me
Or catch me late friday night on 92.3
And after lesson three, if his style still stank
I'ma tie his ass up and make him walk the plank
Chorus
Verse three： j-ro
I was in my likwid cruise ship, just sailin the seas
When captain hook came and stole my steez
Oh hook, caught a left hook, for stealin my hook
In no time he stole a rhyme out my notebook
I'm the the pacific ocean, floatin
Chasin his broken ass out to oakland
But whoridas said he came and stole they name
And he got e-40's briefcase full of game
So i, set myself back on the ro's quest
With the farrahey brew up in the crow's nest
He could see l.a., there was trouble you see
Oh shit, he just stole a flow from wc
Now he's throwin up the dub i gotta catch the fuckin scrub
He'll go down like a sub cause i'ma cut him like a shrub
He wants pub, yeah, he's all on blass
He moved real fast on snoop and ras kass
Chorus (j-ro instead of tash in the first half)
Verse four： j-ro
Now i'm in atlanta, and his trail is hotter than a sausage
I'm took late, he took outkast out as a hostage
I wonder could he squab with the goodie mob
I think he got the best of me, just how many would he rob
I floated out to queens but it seems i just missed him
They said he robbed cool j for his boomin system
He went to shaolin and stole method man's bio
And he buried everything somewhere in ohio
Bone thugs saw him, at the crossroad
With a empty treasure chest that he was tryin to load
He was last seen sailin, into the distance
We gotta catch this crook and we need your assistance
Yeah, if you happen to see this punk scallywag out there
Don't try to aprehend him, just call tha liks
And if you suddenly got some rhymes missin, you know who did it
Captain hook, yeah we gon catch his ass
Baten down the motherfuckin hatches
We gonna feed his ass to the gators
But first we gonna
Chorus： second half
4.Nas Skit
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
5.Tore Down
Stop, listen, what's that sound
Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down
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
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)
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
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
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...
6.Off The Wall
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'
Get your back up off the wall 'get with it'
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...
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
7.Killin' It
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 impala
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
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...
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)
it
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
(what, stabbin it, beatin it, yeah)
coast
I say what, wha-what, wha-what what？ it's the likwid crew
8.Ll Cool J Skit
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？
Ha ha hah haaah, yes!
I know you know!
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？
9.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)
10.Hip Hop Drunkies
What's yo' naaaaaame？
You're now rockin with tha liks so start reachin for the ozone
I see some girls i know but y'all look different with your
clothes on
What's up though, tash came to steal it like the grinch
While i'm leavin niggaz puzzled like i said my shit in french
But it's all olde english that i'm bringin from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your
teeth
Cause i make words connect like westside when i test glide
My drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter
Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So i know the three words (tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak everytime i speak
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client
Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than kobe
bryant
Be quiet! this is likwidation from the west
Motherfuck ya boozy show, i got my own special guest
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, i thought it was fine
This nigga poutin, this hoe was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What？ you the king in the chair on my ground
The tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
My ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the
land
So i can godzilla up your sheeit, mr. tiny tim man
Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk
When i start to come down on your fuckin asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
Motherfucker what!!
The ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so i should rap on the
mack-raphone
My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square mc's like math
Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft
I stop him, then i skied out with all wampum
When he's layin on the ground, i let my dog scrilla chop him
(switch reels) i feels its all about skills
The outcome's unbelievable like tyson／holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like g's or the pistolas
No need to ask, i put you on like a ski mask
We can fight the power like this was p.e. class
I bomb squads like hank shock
Peace to my nigga scott puttin stickers on the block
＊burp＊ i drink more brewsters than punky
It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies
＊chorus＊
You bithces are hoes
Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe
Or in your butthole／earhole
Whever the fuck it goes
(repeat 2x)
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
I'm a mc director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, brooklyn borough sector
Its the packtown original b-boy i'm rappin
What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin
I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin
You trickin, while i'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in
Step outta place, tash'll smack your taste out your face
Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
Cause i waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)
Hey sugar plum, how can you assume
That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
One on one at your rap seminar
Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way
At you fuckers...
So aiyyo, my name is j-ro
And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
I don't rap fast, i love green grass
Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass
Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
Extra extra bring the da-llama
Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
God acre, massacre murdered
Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
You're just rhyme to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
Like the acre without the attic, but not the only asiatic
True god but my dick is my lightning rob
Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo...
See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home
I come funkin up the spot like micheal jordan's cologne
With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin
Niggaz lookin at me like, 'tash is up to somethin'
(get drunk and i stumbled) but i didn't come to trip
I came to bring it to ya humb-le
Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans
Ol dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!
＊outro＊
It's the likwid crew
Comin through with ol dirty from the wu
Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew
So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do？
(repeat 2x)
11.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!'
When the cops run your plates it's like 'aww shit!'
My girl's period is late man 'aww shit!'
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
12.J-ro Late Skit
man!
We got a meetin goin on man!
We got a meetin man, could you be quiet man？
This thing started at 7：30, and you walked in here at 8：15
Nigga, what's your name？
13.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
14.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 imp 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)
15.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
16.Commercial Skit
Brand new, from likwid crew records
It's tha alkaoliks, greatest hits
Yes, tha alkaholiks have the shit that'll make you say... dayum!
You get songs like - you can't tell me shit
Yes, it's tha liks baby, the most incredible rap group in the
world
Who can forget their enchanting love song, mary jane？
Invite some friends over
And see how the likwid makes you, the life of the party
Call now, and it can all be yours
1-900-alkaholiks
Call right now, and receive a free king tee beanie
1-900
A-l-k-a, h-o-l-i-k-s
It's tha liks baby, it's tha liks!
17.All Night
Verse one： tash
Aiyyo, step in my area, and i'ma bury ya
Tha likwit crew is blowin so the more the girl the merrier
So bring your sexy body to the front and make some noise
While these beats wind the likwit homies up like freakazoids
Plus my style as hot as sex on a platta
That's why your dame was open once i threw these lyrics at her
Say what？ the rhyme data ？？？
Smokin wack mc's so bad i'm at the ground evacuatin
So hit the exits, while i'm rhyme flexin on some next ish
That come across in different shapes and forms like playin
tetris
So from the west it's (who？) i thought you knew
Cool ass catashtrophe, from the crew with all the moves
So pop the tops off, while i pop beats that knock your blocks
off
Tash, got the style that house any beanie bopper
So check the time of clock while i rock the land
'hey ladies!' tell em whose in this jam
Chorus： repeat 2x
(it's tha liks baby)
Verse two： j-ro
Yo, it goes down like one two three
It's tha alkaholiks in the place to be
Whether you from france, japan or italy
An r＆b fan, or a dope mc
Some ol' jazz cat that won a grammy
A wide receiver, from miami
A soccer goalie or a maitre'd
A playboy bunny, even if you can't see
I don't give a damn if you security
Or you got a degree, at usc
My uncle, my cousin, or my auntie
You could be one-time it don't matter to me
Cause when you bring your ass to a likwit show
You gonna get wet if you in the front row
＊e-swift scratches＊ row... row... ro... ro..
... now on with the show
Chorus
Verse three： j-ro, tash
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by homicide
Ralph m and dj pen make the wheels spin
Let's make some noise for the baka boyz
Dj dee and hen gee in the place to be
Joe cooley and mark and evil e
Master c, sam jam, and ？
Assada got bam slam with dj jam
Let loose the 4th alkaholik puts the wheels to use uhh
D-pimp, mad lib, my nigga juice
And dj pooh, i like the beats you produce
You know how we do, with dj kiilu
Makin girls shake they asses, inf's got all the passes
I'm playin john madden, with dj alladin
Had my girl under the cover, went with egyptian lover
I'm on the radio, microphone mic-a-don
All my yapes i would pay for a mix tape i'd trade
Dj mark love makes the party push and shove
I float over a beat made by chris the glove
The beat junkies, nu-mark and cut chemist
My homey ？ leave ya mouth open like a dentist
Bobcat, dj smooth and battlecat
The sway and king tech wake up show is fat
General lee gets busy but remember this
Scotty d, keith coolie, and cold krush chris
Chorus
Outro： j-ro
Yo this goes out to all the dj's, in the l to the a
E-swift on the track, yeah
Rob one in the house, check it out
Rob love in the house, uhh
Tairrie t in the house, yeah
Fat box in the house, uhh
My homey tank in the house, yeah
Dj muggs in the house, yo
Dj bones in the house
Old school romeo in the house, yeah
Ali wide in the house, uhh
？ in the house, yeah
Coolio g, total g, can't forget dj yella
Mixmaster spade, dj lethal, dj ？, hah
Rest in peace to dj trane and magic mike
All night, all night, all night, yeah
18.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？
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!
19.Pass Out
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Round the outside, round the outside
(so dosey do your partner!)
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
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
through
Round the outside, round the outside
... once again
Round the outside, round the outside
... and we gonna fuck it up; motherfuckers
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)
20.20th 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!!!
21.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
Verse one： 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 make you move and change your number like ？ 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： all
Yes, you are now rockin, you are now rockin
You are now rockin with the best
(repeat 2x)
Verse two： 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
Verse three： tash, e-swift
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!
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
22.Contents Unda Pressure
Verse one：j-ro
I'm the beer rational outta national
My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the gravy
Wsup wavy, thanks to my homey king tee-la
The host wit the most, im coast to coast like aunt peela
The cowboys beat the steelers so nigga where's my $50
Boom bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin shiftee
In this game of rappin your ass will never win
And let you play b-b rickers wit quik, suge and mack 10
Who need to come join these words like conjunction
A friend before i bring the end to your bodily functions
When i speak i go deep, like when i'm stabbin it
You comin up empty like your mother hubbard's cabinet
Cause you keep comin wit rhymes guns so deeply
Example is the school of mankind niggaz so peep me
You range-rovin, tommy hil and bustin glocks
While i'm in the studio bustin lyrics in my socks
And the a-c is broken, no jokin
We got the worm witout the coke-in
The fuckin dat machine is smokin
The pizza still aint here, we out of beer
And i think this motherfuckin engineer is a queer
And my dip is blowin up my hip whats up honey
(eh j-ro the land lord really wants his money)
Aww shit
Chorus
Contents under pressure, contents under pressure
I hope for the best and expect the worst
Get stress off my chest everytime i bust a verse
Verse two： tash
Ain't no describin
The way that tash be feelin when he's vibin
Be feelin like a deadly secret agent on assignment
Dont fuck wit microfilms, i want the microphones and tables
That some niggaz stole while i was at a meeting wit my label
Cuz tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound
Put you down cuz your lyrics suck more than divine brown
While im off that royal crown gettin party at the atmospheric
Wit the 40's and the hennesy to get yall in the spirit
So bounce to the lyrics of the noble likwit warrior
Get the stress out or try to maintain like x and gloria
Poundin your surroundin stuffin at you from the liks
Styles harder to decode than grafitti on the bricks
So read my tag and weep, while i drive you off the deep
Wit the alkie style that rock you and made quantum wanna leap
Cuz tash in the streets plays for keeps on micros
Its the never ending quest for west coast rap titles
Chorus
Verse three： j-ro, e-swift, tash
Yo i walk in the place, kicks un-laced
Wit a bitter beer face, (a 40？) naw a whole case
Wit flows like these, we not your average mc's
We be the drunken masters of ceremonies
These rappers come out hard then turn fake like rayon
Put i choose to stick to the streets like a crayon
In order to go pop, we'd have to stop comin fresher
Contents under pressure....
And there ain't no tellin when we bout to explode
Like tall cans in the freezer when they get too cold
We gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto gold
More than half a million know these beats got soul
We still under pressure, thats my motivation
To let this drunk technique leak thru out the nation
Im stressed out, for weeks wit no sleep
And no roll in the studio cuz i know this shits gotta blow
When you see me on the mic we go buck for buck
We only battle decent niggaz, so be glad y'all suck
Cause if i take ten steps and turn around i'll destroy ya
Cause my style be up in niggaz like i'm oscar de la hoya
The crew you got before ya, tash the top gunner
So try to stay on float while the current pulls you under
Cause read what it stands fool, like on the bulletin
Wit skills they couldnt teach your ass at cal state fulleton
I'm in the zone like the bulls at home
Wit mad stains on my shirt from all the beer and foam
Cause the crew wit all the brew, buries squads like treasures
Wit the hennessee and coke tryin to deal wit life's pressure
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