Verse one:
And is how we run it down the line E-swift is second, I'm first to The bottle's full, is it yours or mine Get a cup and we can get drunk, at the same Put on your good clothes, I come around I'm all the way down the brown brown I be kickin Up in my pickin up another pound for the weigh in The earth is a place to visit but I ain't stayin stop like brakes to the metal I brush my with amaretto (say what? ) I got that operation push, move in front of me I be the first rapper pmd seen, comfortably In forty-eight states, light the I that kind of shit yo' ass can't afford Cause you broke, you to go for a smoke And about ya problems while you toke (ha ha) Who you tellin, we did shows than aaron spelling las vegas likwid funk is what you smellin This is the track that broke your back I was on the I heard it crack, do you like it?
Chorus:
"yeah" we to put it down like this aight? "aight!" "this is likwidation the west, one two" "yeah" we bout to fuck it up this aight? "aight!" "likwidation one two" "yeah" we to likwidate the whole world aight? "aight!" "likwidation one two" "yeah" the music get you drunk like aight? "aight!" "likwidation the west"
Verse two:
Sometimes I drunk, sometimes I rhyme sober (yeah) I never need no gimmicks and shit, to get me Just a couple crates to rock all states And overseas, nigga please, is likwid mc's (and they drunk) Comin up a feature presentation While my likwidation be wettin the nation On the two I would say I'm nice Destroy any mic precise like glen rice Prepare for the storm we perform We be the most mc's, ever born That leave speakers torn, it's tha liks Everything we liks is a classic, your sound plastic Me bein wack is like no latins in It just happen, long as e-swift is rappin So y'all waitin for my crew to fall I'll be number one sayin fuck alla y'all (do you it? )
Verse three: tash,
So the mc's persist to try to bust like this I'm so slick I drop the mic and jump and kiss my wrist Cause I mix words and match em, I words and catch em The a in alkaholiks stands for all the action And the whole attraction to skip to my shit Rock the mic in my palm ad-e-quate Shit split with the and the h-o-e's The ones I only call at *keys jangling* you know my low keys While olde e's with the likwid mc's The that takes the party higher than the flyin trapeze Then drops ya to the earth without no net to catch ya All can say is likwid wrecked ya, so let the Good times roll, the glass and the remi To the nigga that's been since heavy d was skinny And we can show ya how we run it down the (xzibit: so how the fuck ya feelin ) I'm feelin fine But don't me closely, just pass me that olde e And i'ma hit that and pass it down to easy mo bee Not askin you to show me, I'm you to show me The you what, before I fuck shit up I'm catash the top gunner here to blow your ed So you can see what I'm saying like enhanced So if y'all niggaz want the bomb press dot com And pop up on your screen with the beer in palm
And is how we run it down the line Tash came third, I was first to Mo bee easy on the that make you break your spine in your mouth one time, can you feel it?
Chorus (without words except j-ro 'likwidation')
Alkaholiks, yeah, the hip-hop group left Do you it? mo, alkaholiks coast...
*e-swift and scratching*