Tha Alkaholiks
Likwidation
Hip Hop Drunkies
(featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard)
[Tash (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
What's your name... what's your name?
(My name is Ol Dirty Bastard and I'm a Alkaholik)
Yeah me too nigga
(Oohhhhhhhhhhaaahhhhhhhhhhhh)
[Tash]
You're now rockin wit the Liks so start reachin for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different wit 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 yo teeth
Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
My drunkin lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter
Than a rough 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 cryin
Try to spray me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
Be quiet, this is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck your boozer show, I got my own special guest
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Breaker breaker breaker 1-9
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 take turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What, you a king in a chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, you's a shrimp
A full line of shit, my ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin all that muthafuckin water
Let's take it to the land
So I could Godzilla up your shit, it's just a tiny tin man
Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk
I'm about to come down on your fuckin ass
To try to chop, get on up
Get these nuts, motherfucker WHAT!
[J-Ro]
The Ro pimped the floor like a ho
Watched your rap on the mack-rophone
My rhymes hittin hard enuff to crack a bone
I devise, wear MCs like math
Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
I stop em, then I skeet out without a womp em
When he's layin on the ground let my dark skrilla chomp em
(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
The outcome is unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield
The lyrics alone, return em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like cheeb comin from stoners
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
You bitches are hoes, put it in your deck my muthafuckin ho
Or in your butthole, wherever the fuck it go
You bitches are hoes, put it in your deck my muthafuckin ho
Or in ya earhole, wherever the fuck it go
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, yo, yo, no disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
I'm an MC director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector
[J-Ro]
Its the Pac-10 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
[Tash]
Step outta place, Tash'll smack the 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 better (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Hey sugar plumb, how can you assume
That the pressure of volume, doesn't have no tune
Not so every day, regular rap star handler
One on one at the rap seminar
Beware of the heart way three's the hard way
At your fuckin head
[J-Ro]
So eh yo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they call it yayo
I don't rap fast, I love green grass
Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Extra galama bring
Hehheh, extra extra bring the galama
Verse the better one, the vice-a versa
God anchor, massacre murderer
Also known as a rap wrecker, not a rhyme rebel
You just rhyme to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survivin lyrics
Like the angel without the attic
I'm holier than that there
I'm a true God for my dick is my lightning rod
Oh don't kick that mumbo jumbo
[Tash]
See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home
I come funkin up the spot like Michael Jordan's cologne
When the mega drunkin (what) styles to keep the crowd pumpin
Niggaz lookin at Tash be like, "Tash is up to somethin"
(Get drunk and I stumble)
But I didn't come to trip I came to bring it to ya humble
Tumble all your plots and all your plans
Ol' Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!
It's the Likwit crew comin thru with Ol' Dirty from the Wu
Crashin the party, jettin out with all the brew
So what y'all new niggaz think you wanna do
It's the Likwit crew comin thru with Ol' Dirty from the Wu
Crashin the party, jettin out with all the brew
So what y'all new niggaz think you wanna do
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