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| 2. |
| 3:32 |
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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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| 4. |
| 3:21 |
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| 5. |
| 0:41 |
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| 6. |
| 4:08 |
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| 7. |
| 3:54 |
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| 8. |
| 0:18 |
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| 9. |
| 4:54 | 
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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 |
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| 10. |
| 1:48 |
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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 |
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| 3:58 |
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| 13. |
| 3:38 |
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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 |
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| 14. |
| 1:31 |
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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 |
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| 15. |
| 4:12 |
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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 And [incomprehensible] hits the brew, who can sin it? 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 |
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