Sickness

Lyrics

[Intro: Tash] You ready? Are you ready? Aiyyo, we need some beer to the stage, quick! (Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick!) Alkaholiks on the set (Oooh-OOOH!) Y'all ready? (Ooh-OOP!) Uhh.. [Verse 1: Tash] Aiyyo, it's six million drinks to try – choose one So you can catch a buzz while Likwit show you how it's done Bouncin' off the walls is just my niggas havin fun With all these weak niggas, why the fuck'd we lose Pun? Damn, it's a trip to see the world twist around us But Tha Alkaholik click, A.K.A. The 40 Downers Gets twisty, twisty, yak and brews Black Rob flows is "Whoa!" – Tha Liks is like "Whoo!" Is there a doctor in the house? 'Cause somebody gonna need him Tash fight for his right to party, I need my freedom So I can drink in public without the cops eyein' me F.B.I. spyin' me, 'cause everybody's buyin' me [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks But before I put it down, all I need is a fix Now, bust it – I rhymes aways on different days And everybody's wonderin' why I stay so paid I'm like a sickness I'm like a sickness, but there is no cure And when you hear my voice, don't it sound so pure? Tha Alka–holiks know, we bust fo' sho' So glad that we could get to kickin' down the doors [Verse 2: J-Ro] From Lake View Terrace to Paris, generic rappers get embarassed We inherit b-boy Sermons just like Erick's Liks been flowin' longer than your grandparents' marriage Eatin' bud brownies more than Bugs eat carrots Kick back in the 'Lac like a horse and a carriage Spittin' The Facts of Life more than Tootie and Ms. Garrett When I'm runnin my errands, Dayton rims spin like Ferris Get socked in your larynx, if yo' ass get careless [Verse 2: Tash] Aiyyo, "Who Stole The Soul?" I did, 'cause I was desperate Send a random note to Loud – I want a million for my next shit I know you got the money, Steve, just reach into that grab bag Then step back and watch me drop these "Bombs On Baghdad" 'Cause Tash rap melodical, drunk periodical Niggas think they hot, but I'm seein' they ain't got it though I'm from L.A., you from Idaho, no skills, ya gotta go Four albums deep, so y'all motherfuckers gotta know We birds of a feather, so we – smoke together! Tha Liks and Rockwilder gonna – choke whoever Ain't in this motherfucker, comin' raw dog style Hold my drink, Mr. Tan, while I jump in the crowd [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks But before I put it down, all I need is a fix Now, bust it – I rhymes aways on different days And everybody's wonderin' why I stay so paid I'm like a sickness I'm like a sickness, but there is no cure And when you hear my voice, don't it sound so pure? Tha Alka–holiks know, we bust fo' sho' So glad that we could get to kickin' down the doors [Verse 3: J-Ro] Excuse my gutter language, but fuck bein' famous Ro bust for the name, this Don of Rhymin', shinin' chainless Olde English ancient, drive Chevy's with paint chips I breathe herb, so they say my words is tainted Let's take it back to Colors, get your face painted – with fat caps I got more rhymes in my mind than you can fit in your backpacks Go 'head, eat 'em up like Snack Packs I stay busy like crack shacks I like my hoes with the lickable toes And the silver dollar nipples that be pokin' out the clothes Now I suppose you want flows like MackinRo's 'Cause you be standin' on the stage at all our motherfuckin' shows James Robinson – even my name is dominant Lyrics astonishin', from the Likwit conglomerate My crew in it, I'm in it, so we remain prominent Rap game, I'm bombin' it, it's too much Uncle Tom in it [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks But before I put it down, all I need is a fix Now, bust it – I rhymes aways on different days And everybody's wonderin' why I stay so paid I'm like a sickness I'm like a sickness, but there is no cure And when you hear my voice, don't it sound so pure? Tha Alka–holiks know, we bust fo' sho' So glad that we could get to kickin' down the doors I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks But before I put it down, all I need is a fix Now, bust it – I rhymes aways on different days And everybody's wonderin' why I stay so paid I'm like a sickness I'm like a sickness, but there is no cure And when you hear my voice, don't it sound so pure? Tha Alka–holiks know, we bust fo' sho' So glad that we could get to kickin' down the doors