[J-Ro]
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
[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 anty up for the beer run
[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
[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 Ferraris, like some drunk hot boys
[Tash]
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 lone-shark
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]
[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
[Tash]
Aiyyo re-pre-sent, yo`, re-si-dence
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! -> Pharoahe Monch*}
[Chorus 2x]
