1.40 OZ Quartet Part I
Lyricist：E Brooks, J Robinson
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
2.Sickness
Lyricist：Eric Brooks, D Means, Shay Riol, James Robinson, Rico Smith,
Dana Stinson
You ready？ Are you ready？
Aiyyo, we need some beer to the stage quick
(Quick, quick, quick)
Alkaholiks on the set, y'all ready？ 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
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
From Lake Buteras to Paris generic rappers get embarrassed
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
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
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
Excuse my gutter language, but fuck bein' famous
Ro bust for nameless don of rhymin' China chainless
Olde English ancient drive Chevys 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
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
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
3.Best U Can
Lyricist：Eric Brooks, Chad Hugo, James Anthony Robinson, Ricardo
Danell Smith, Pharrell L Williams
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 home girlies
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
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 know what y'all broads really want
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 U 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 U can
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
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 U can
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 U can,
yeah
Yo I know you want me little mama, but tell me what you think
about
Girls like you drain a bank account
The cars, the ice, the clothes, the dough
All that for slidin' down a 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
Mack and Ro, crackin', crackin'
Drop them fat back down to the flo'
Do it for the dough, professional
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
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 U 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 U can,
yeah
4.L-I-K-S
Lyricist：E Brooks, J Robinson, R Smith
Ha ha, ha, ha, ha, 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, head bangers, 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)
Ah '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
Aight
Leanin' on the ledge of the bar, loud rowdy and rude
Longevity, lots of energy
Legendary Likwid Crew for life, large following
Illustrious, impressive
In your rap section, not imperfection
International, inner city nigga
I'm the truth in the isolated booth
Idolize my group
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)
So inebriated, so faded
So underrated, so concentrated
So focused, so much ambition
So much recognition, that's the definition of
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？ It's the
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
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'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
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
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
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？ It's the
5.Bully Foot
Lyricist：J Robinson, R Smith, T Smith, George Spivey
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 drinkwatchin y'all niggaz get sick
Holdin ya stomachs 'til you earl in the sink
The type of dude I never put in my clicksbecause 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 alled
Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float along the
coast y'all
This very given moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't allowed up in our circle cause we don'tone it
We love to microphone it, perhaps
What we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw
sewage
And for the last thing that I'ma make clear
That when we present watch your step when you be comin' here
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)
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
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)
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
QuotTha Liks is veterans they straight from California
We ain't even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us
quotlike
{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
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)
6.40 OZ Quartet Part II
Lyricist：E Brooks, R Smith
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
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 gir 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
7.The Bubble
Lyricist：E Brooks, Roger Mcbride, R Smith
Nigga quit playin with the god damn drum machine
Motherfucker (ha) yo
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
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
It's Tha Liks you know our repertoire, 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 incomparable
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 Frisbees
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
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
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, home girl, 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)
(What up 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)
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
Niggaz know y'all niggaz know
Niggaz know y'all niggaz know
Yeah, yeah
Imperialistic 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 Alcoholics 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
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
Niggaz know niggaz know, y'all niggaz know
Niggaz know y'all niggaz know
Wherever my crew go, same old scenario
8.Promote Violins
Lyricist：Eric Brooks, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, James Anthony Robinson,
Rico Smith
Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am
We promote violins, yeah, check me out
We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt
Young Gotti, Neo Deastro, Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth
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, 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 peelin' clips stacked ceilin' 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, goodin' like Cuba
Goodin' 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')
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, 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's all 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)
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', Hen, walkin' in
the mall With thirty thousand to spend so fuck y'all we, 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
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a fuck
9.Anotha Round
Lyricist：E Brooks, J Robinson, R Smith
Yeah, it's the return of three crunk mothafuckas
Huh huh, yeah, it's tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaplucka, uh, uh, say what？
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 anty up for the beer run
And you know 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
So all the ladies to the limo, it's tha Alkaholik carpool
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 or Alkaholiks
We the same three niggas that be makin' the noise
Doin' donuts in Ferrari's, like some drunk hot boys
Do or die fool! We straight from the home of where we spark from
Where the we'd all leave ya dizzy like a tranquilizer dart gun
The L, not to be confused with Tinseltown
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 loan shark
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!
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
King Tee started it off, and then came tha Liks
Then Xzibit added hot done prada to the mix
Then Defari, 'Hey you!' Comin' through, Likwit crew
To tha sin it, twisted and bent it, but if the funk ain't in it
My DJ always submitted to spin it
If I said it I meant it, don't get'cha mouth pin it and
augmented
We feelin' with a penny, represent it
Aiyyo re-pre-sent, yo' re-si-dence
If it don't say Likwit, then you won't get bent
Aiyyo, dollars and cents, they make the world twist awkward
Got niggas in the hood, livin' next to they 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 it
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!
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
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
We are the Alkaholiks
10.My Dear
Lyricist：Steve Boone, Eric Brooks, Trevant Hardson, D Johnson, John
Martinez, J Robinson, Romye Robinson, John Sebastian, Mark
Sebastian, R Smith, T Smith, G Spivey, Derek Stewart, Emandu
Wilcox
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
It was a quarter past, one, the lights went low
Everybody know the liquid crew's about to flow
At a Alkaholiks show everybody go bananas
Niggaz slammin' in the pit, bitches poppin' off the cameras
Any mic you hand us liquid 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 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'
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
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 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
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 home girls, 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
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
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 badly 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
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
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
My dear, 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
11.Bar Code
Lyricist：E Brooks, A Joiner, J Robinson, R Smith
The drunken funk'n has returned
Let's take it back to the old school one time y'all, uhh
Ya fucking with me？ Damn right y'all fuck with us boy
(Shot glass, ha ain't it drunk)
Alkaholiks, say what？
(Yo Tash, smack these niggaz up!)
With my Alkaholiks style still coming of age
Free as a bird the beer fly on stage
Ain't here for no fronting 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 spitting
Comin' through bitches
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
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
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
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 walking, I hate talking
Do the damn thing, let your dogs start barking
Embracing the bass yeah who keep you laced
With Hennessey to the face, tequila with no chaser
Liks bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks
Fucking smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits
I just drop my shit, never stop serving
Everything bump even the two-way versions
I'm the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worst
Survived starving to death and dying of thirst
Come through, bring a home girl, double the fun bitch
'Cause two heads is better than one, so let's go
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
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
Profiling 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
We stompin', romping niggaz
With the bumpkin rhymes that keep the b-boys jumping
Saying ho, ladies saying 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 throwing up on your clothes no hoes fo' sho'
Now you on your back pointing at the sky with your toes
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
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
12.Da Da Da Da
Lyricist：T Ausar, E Brooks, J Robinson, R Smith
Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
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, ca tash'll steal yo' beat box
I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggaz with cheap shots
The gunner wonder man, wonder woman 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 'till 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
Da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Babylon and chron' six foes on the line
Smashin' down Avalon like a ghetto amazon
Brown bagger; take it to the head like Marvin Haggler
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 Hennessey, 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 gray and still flirtatious
Remove my shoes for foot races, primitive man ate fish
But M C'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 Hennessey 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
You like that？ A like da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
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 Liquid, we underground rap music's prime ticket
Sick wid it, E-Swift be quick with it
Every time I spit it forget it, y'all need to quit it, sing it
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
13.Goin' Crazy
Lyricist：Brooks Eric, Robinson James Anthony, Smith Rico
Smokin'
Hey
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
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 west coast 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 alcoholic
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 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
Say what？
Over this hip-hop, hey
I'm back at ya, Catashtra
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 it's 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
Rhymes shine like spotlights on inmates at San Quentin
E-Swift bang the tracks, make the hottest jams written
Sittin' in the dark flows spark 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
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
Yo
Over this hip-hop, hey
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, 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 satellite
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
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
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
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