[J-Ro]
Yaa
Yeah
It`s the return of three drunk mothafuckas
Huh, yeah
It`s Tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaclucka
Uh-uh
What?
[Verse 1: J-Ro]
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 ?
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2: Tash]
So all the ladies to the Limo
It`s Tha Alkaholik car pool
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 are Alkaholiks
[Tha Liks]
We the same three niggas that be makin` the noise
Doin` donuts in Ferrari`s, like some drunk hot boys
Do or die fool
Straight from the home of where we spark from
Where the weed`ll leave ya dizzy
Like a tranquelizer dart gun
The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown
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 lonesark
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!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: J-Ro]
King Tee started it off, and then came Tha Liks
Then Xzibit added hot done proda to the mix
Then Defari, "Hey you!"
Comin` through, Likwit Crew
And ? gets the broom, who can sin it?
Who can sin it?
Twisted and been it
But if the funk ain`t in it
My DJ always submitted to spin it
If I said that I meant it
Don`t get`cha mouth pin it in ?
We feelin` with a penny, represent it
[Verse 4: Tash]
If it don`t say Likwit, then you won`t get bent
Aiyyo, dollars and cents, make the world just awkward
Got niggas in the hood, livin` next to their 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
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"
[Chorus 2x]
