You Are you ready? Aiyyo, we need some beer to the quick (Quick, quick, quick) on the set, y'all ready? Uhh
Aiyyo, it's six million drinks to try, one So you can a buzz while Likwid show you how it's done off the walls is just my niggaz havin' fun With all these weak niggaz, why the we lose Pun?
Damn! It's a to see the world twist around us But Tha Alkaholik clique A.K.A. The 40 Gets twisty, twisty, yak and Rob flows is "Whoa!", Tha Liks is like "Whoo!"
Is there a doctor in the house somebody gonna need him? Tash fight for his right to party, I my freedom So I can in public without the cops eyein' me F.B.I. spyin' me everybody buyin' me
I got drunk and got down with Tha But before I put it down all I is a fix Now bust a nut, I rhymes on different days And everybody wonder how I so blazed
I'm like a sickness, I'm a sickness but there is no cure And when you hear my voice don't it sound so Tha Alka-holiks know, come fo' sho' So whether we together down the doors
From Lake Buteras to Paris generic rappers get We inherit Sermons just like Erick's Liks been flowin' longer your grandparent's marriage Eatin' buzzed brownies than Bugs eat carrots
back in the 'Llac like a horse and a carriage Spittin' "The Facts of Life" more than Tudy and Ms. When I'm runnin' my errands, rims feel like Ferris Get in your larynx, if yo' ass get careless
Aiyyo, who stole the I did 'cause I was desperate a random note to Loud, I want a million for my next shit I know you got the money, Steve, just reach into that bag Then step and watch me drop these "Bombs On Baghdad"
'Cause Tash rap melodical, drunk Niggaz think they hot but I'm seein' they ain't got it I'm from L.A., you from Idaho, no you gotta go Fo' albums deep, so y'all gotta know
We of a feather so we smoke together Tha and Rocwilder gonna choke whoever Ain't in this comin' raw dog style my drink, Mr. Tan, while I jump in the crowd
I got drunk and got down Tha Liks But before I put it down all I is a fix Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different And everybody how I stay so blazed
I'm like a sickness, I'm like a sickness but there is no And when you hear my don't it sound so pure Tha know, come bust fo' sho' So whether we kickin' down the doors
Excuse my gutter language, but bein' famous Ro for nameless don of rhymin' China chainless English ancient drive Chevys with paint chips I breathe herb, so they say my is tainted
Let's take it back to "Colors", get your painted with fat caps I got rhymes in my mind than you can fit in your backpacks Go 'head, eat 'em up like packs I busy like crack shacks
I my hoes with the lickable toes And the silver dollar that be pokin' out the clothes Now I suppose you flows like MackinRo's you be standin' on the stage at all our motherfuckin' shows
James Robinson, even my name is Lyrics astonishin' from the Conglomerate My crew in it, I'm in it, so we remain Rap I'm bombin' it, it's too much Uncle Tom in it
I got drunk and got with Tha Liks But I put it down all I need is a fix Now a nut, I rhymes aways on different days And everybody wonder how I so blazed
I'm like a sickness, I'm like a but there is no cure And when you hear my voice it sound so pure Tha Alka-holiks know, bust fo' sho' So whether we together down the doors
I got drunk and got down with Tha But I put it down all I need is a fix Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different And everybody wonder how I stay so
I'm like a sickness, I'm a sickness but there is no cure And when you hear my voice it sound so pure Tha Alka-holiks know, bust fo' sho' So we together kickin' down the doors