Judge: "Alright, your charged with intoxication, listen" Convict:"There's a thousand people out drunk" Judge: "Okay, I that"
[J-Ro] We O-W in the whole The Crew is on the microphone Let it brother (3x) do your thing
Verse 1: You get permanently put on your ass, like Teddy Whenever you on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah) More savage than any rapper on roster I regulate, on ya R&B label mate Xzibit the state Cross me or cause me, fuck and flossy I'm to keep the government off me Dodgin time and house arrest Whatta you expect, findin' what ya never Cause you're sellin wolf tickets that ass can't pay What I display, skill last found in Clay In this time, hustle for mine Used to and dime Doin crime, but now I bust mine of bustin' at enemies when the sun go down Me and my with a fat one 'em all down to nothing Crushin rappers, bare Witness Jehovah Swore we haven't been Since 21 and
[Xzibit] We O-W in the whole Crew is on the microphone Let it rain (4x)
We O-W in the zone Crew is on the microphone Let it brother (2x) Let it King Tee do thing
Verse 2: Tee] When the Likwit hits my I get conceptions to the microphones explode The mode, sippin X-O from the straw Tee broadcaster raw Optical intoxication, your video station any playahation But of these fools got tricks in they boxes So I blocks it, pull they set out the socket Tha Alkaholiks shit Any which way man I got The Alkaholik don, king Babylon With some fatal shock In this district, I'm as the mystic majestic, I gets hectic you expect, shit The Likwit Believe me loc, will get shitty Ain't gon look Commin' from the likwidation weed, drink hard, my god
Hook: We O-W in the whole Crew is on the microphone Let it rain (4x)
We O-W in the whole Crew is on the microphone Let it rain (2x) Let it do your thing
Verse 3: Fuck that East-West I'm gettin' rest We make the say "yes, yes" than the SS Impala, you got beef holla My crew sticks like Richy and Dollar We got the claats, shakey like Don Knots They bitin like a room of pits and rots I got old school soul Called take it back like And I got foes on my shelf like homes I'm C-Bo, my homeboy Rico Posted up with French bras at the need bowl I got wit the speed of a cheetah, finished up my two liter Hopped in my Sunshine, down fine a 1 on 3.9 They oehh so fine Got 'em on the floor Knocked at the Xzibit's in the house and he brought more
"What the fuck is on in here, What's happenin', Where we at, These my homegirls right here, What drinkin' right now, fuck that, All we got is Hennessy"
[Xzibit] We O-W in the whole Likwit is on the microphone Let it rain (2x) Let it do your thing
Verse 4: [Rico a.k.a And up next, we got the so drunk, it's ridiculous When got the mic, I swing my like Jack Nicklaus I'm this with niggas that slept on Likwidation no matter where you go, They the reputation CaTashtrofy I punk lyrics with I'm like the renegade of That get that krunk So if you watch your ship Fuck you the drunken Than come a closer Let me head you I with a wig blowin up your click Now take your pick, you can kiss my ass or suck my Cause this is how we comin' in The Alkaholiks, X, and King Tee the
"It's the Likwit Crew, Tee, Mister X to the Z, Ah,ah, Alkaholiks, Likwit motherfucker came to tore the down"
Hook: We O-W in the whole Likwit MC's on the Let it brother (4x)
We O-W in the zone Crew is on the microphone Let it brother (2x) Let it Let it
[Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh Won't stop, stop the L-I-K's What, X to the Z What, John McClane Huh, Herut on ya too King Tee, King Huh, and the whole click Yeah, realize you can't this shit right here get live, yeah Everybody get live, Uhuh, uhuh, Uhuh, uhuh, Uhuh, uhuh, Uhuh, it, what, keep it movin'
Let it reign And we out
[rain and thunder on the