Likwit

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tash] I hang MC's with my noose, watch me get loose The nigga flippin' more styles than Snapple got juice 'Cause I'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky Than a niggy pickin' his afro in a leopard-skin dashiki The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle Kickin' it with my homie like Lamont did with Rollo Live at the Apollo, they still couldn't boo it 'Cause even in New York, them fools be buzzin' off the fluid So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three] Too much Olde E will make you pee As you can see I'm the Alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey Get with the clippers never nappy like Misty I didn't grow dreads, 'cause dreads is for the rastas Tha Alkaholik clique straight knockin' out imposters Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic Get with the crew that's flowin' like Likwit [Verse 2: J-Ro] Every night I pray to god please, no more wack MC's I catch a few Z's, wake up and bust these I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weenie 'Cause they know I'm packin' more shit than Bandini The freshest on the map servin' raps with all the fixin's E-Swift does the mixin', pockets fat like Ricky Nixon's (Ain't no party like a Alkaholik party) So don't be a nitwit, get with the Likwit (Ah yeah, ah yeah) Yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder One two one two yeah just like that, yo Yo (Flowin' like Likwit) Ah yeah [Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah], flowin' like Likwit Ow, King Tee [Verse 3: King Tee] Here comes the Lik, or should I say Likwit As I gets funky on a track that my nigga E-Swift did Rollin with the Alkaholik group, call me trooper Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose But hey, I be the K-I-N-G Tee for short Big ballin' nigga playin' rhymes like a sport Wicked when I kick it, yeah, that's the ticket Tossin' up a forty still buzzin' off the Likwit [Verse 4: J-Ro] You ain't got enough skill to fill up a cup So niggy won't you just shut the (Hold up) The girls call me dookie man 'cause I'm the shit, can't you smell, son? I gots more freaks than Prince Rogers Nelson I can't be stopped, I got hip-hop picky-powers I gotta say what's up to my buddy Ricky Flowers We got that Likwit funk, we get drunk with the... (Hell motherfuckin' yeah) We got the Likwit [Outro: Tha Alkaholiks] Flowin' like Likwit Yeah, flowin' like, lik-likwit Grab a 40 and kick it Get with the, get with the Likwit Yeah, yeah, yeah This goes out to all the crews in the West Coast Uh, tearin' up shit, we're tearin' up shit Take a swig Everybody on the Likwit Throw your hands in the air if you're on the Likwit Yeah