Intro:
Judge: Alright, your charged with public intoxication,
alright listen
Convict:There`s a thousand people out who`re drunk
Judge: Okay, I understand that
Hook: [J-Ro]
We O-W in the whole zone
The Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother (3x)
Xzibit do your thing
Verse 1: [Xzibit]
You get permanently put on your ass, like Teddy Pendergrass
Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah)
More savage than any rapper on your roster
I regulate, extortin on ya R&B label mate
Xzibit rates the state
Cross me or cause me, fuck jiggy and flossy
I`m tryin to keep the government off me
Dodgin hard time and house arrest
Whatta you expect, findin` what ya never forget
Cause you`re sellin wolf tickets that your ass can`t pay
What I display, skill last found in Cassius Clay
In this prime time, hustle for mine
Used to nickel and dime
Doin felony crime, but now I bust mine
Instead of bustin` at enemies when the sun go down
Me and my niggas with a fat one
Smoke `em all down to nothing
Crushin rappers, bare Witness like Jehovah
Swore we haven`t been sober
Since 21 and over
Hook: [Xzibit]
We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother (4x)
We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother (2x)
Let it rain
King Tee do your thing
Verse 2: [King Tee]
When the Likwit hits my soul
I get conceptions to make the microphones explode
The drunk mode, sippin X-O from the straw
King Tee broadcaster raw
Optical intoxication, flood your video station
Scramblin any playahation
But some of these fools got tricks in they boxes
So I blocks it, pull they whole set out the socket
Tha Alkaholiks rock shit
Any which way man I got shit
The Alkaholik don, king from Babylon
With some fatal shock shit
In this district, I`m listed as the mystic majestic, I gets hectic
What you expect, shit
The Likwit comity
Believe me loc, things will get shitty
Ain`t gon look pretty
Commin` from the likwidation squad
Smoke weed, drink hard, my god
Hook: [Xzibit]
We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother (4x)
We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother (2x)
Let it rain
J-Ro do your thing
Verse 3: [J-Ro]
Fuck that East-West mess
I`m gettin` rest last
We make the crowd say yes, yes
Faster than the SS
Impala, you got beef than holla
My crew sticks together like Richy and Dollar
We got the boom-boom claats, shakey like Don Knots
They bitin like a room full of pits and rots
I got that old school soul
Called take it back like repo
And I got foes on my shelf like homes T-Paul
I`m C-Bo, that`s my homeboy Rico
Posted up with three French bras at the need bowl
I got dressed wit the speed of a cheetah, finished up my two liter
Hopped in my 2-seater
Sunshine, drivin` down fine
Walk a 1 on 3.9
They playin oehh so fine
