[{"id":33476106,"name":"All The Way Live","trackName":"All The Way Live","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Mixed Drinks: The Best Of Tha Alkaholiks","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: tash\n\nCaps get peeled rolling in my force field\nLike a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\nSo when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\nI'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\nJust a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\nWhile y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\nDownin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\nThe menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\nHas returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\nI neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\nWith flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\nI should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\nAnd host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\nTransmitting live to all my black people\nCatch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\nMy name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\nNever shy, sippin on some why ask why\nSmokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\nHooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\nWhile niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\nBut still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\nNiggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\nBut all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\nOh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\nVerse two: q-tip\n\nI bring it to your chest pour all the way live\nAnd deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\nWhen we start rappin heads roll like patton\nWith the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\nYo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\nAnd I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\nThe abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\nMary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\nThey called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\nNow I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\nYeah, what? you trapped in the zone\nWhere mc's get seared and all spots blown\nAnd in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\nI fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\nI'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\nAnd love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n[Pow, bust my liquid-ass style\nPeace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\nVerse three: j-ro\n\nYo put in the disc e\nWhile I hit the whiskey\n[Bust a rhyme off the head j]\nThe nigga missed me\nI'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\nIt's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\nI don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\nI rock the beat to sleep like an infant\nThe likwit crew, comin like this on you\nWith that four minute olde english piss on you\nYou're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\nBut I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\nI let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\nBeats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\nI fill all my days with big butts and boom\nI let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\nI'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\nWhen my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\nI fly down like the chi-town wind\nCause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\nWhen, the saints come marchin in\nI'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\nRoughneck niggaz wanna box me down\nCause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\nThe liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\nI drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\nVerse four: king tee\n\nHardcore g, I get hardcore man\nFrom the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\nLunatic potential, an isperential differential\nConfidentially smashin instrumentals\nOn this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\nAnd put my rear shit in flight, peep\nIf the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\nMan you got some motherfuckin junk","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All The Way Live\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 'Mixed Drinks: The Best Of Tha Alkaholiks'\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: tash\n\n  Caps get peeled rolling in my force field\n  Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\n  So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\n  I'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\n  Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\n  While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\n  Downin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\n  The menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\n  Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\n  I neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\n  With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\n  I should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\n  And host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\n  Transmitting live to all my black people\n  Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\n  My name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\n  Never shy, sippin on some why ask why\n  Smokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\n  Hooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\n  While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\n  But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\n  Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\n  But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\n  Oh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\n  Verse two: q-tip\n\n  I bring it to your chest pour all the way live\n  And deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\n  When we start rappin heads roll like patton\n  With the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\n  Yo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\n  And I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\n  The abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\n  Mary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\n  They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\n  Now I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\n  Yeah, what? you trapped in the zone\n  Where mc's get seared and all spots blown\n  And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\n  I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\n  I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\n  And love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n  [Pow, bust my liquid-ass style\n  Peace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\n  Verse three: j-ro\n\n  Yo put in the disc e\n  While I hit the whiskey\n  [Bust a rhyme off the head j]\n  The nigga missed me\n  I'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\n  It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\n  I don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\n  I rock the beat to sleep like an infant\n  The likwit crew, comin like this on you\n  With that four minute olde english piss on you\n  You're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\n  But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\n  I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\n  Beats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\n  I fill all my days with big butts and boom\n  I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\n  I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\n  When my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\n  I fly down like the chi-town wind\n  Cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\n  When, the saints come marchin in\n  I'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\n  Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down\n  Cause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\n  The liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\n  I drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\n  Verse four: king tee\n\n  Hardcore g, I get hardcore man\n  From the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\n  Lunatic potential, an isperential differential\n  Confidentially smashin instrumentals\n  On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\n  And put my rear shit in flight, peep\n  If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\n  Man you got some motherfuckin junk\n"},{"id":7069463,"name":"All the Way Live","trackName":"All the Way Live","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: tash\n\nCaps get peeled rolling in my force field\nLike a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\nSo when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\nI'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\nJust a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\nWhile y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\nDownin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\nThe menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\nHas returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\nI neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\nWith flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\nI should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\nAnd host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\nTransmitting live to all my black people\nCatch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\nMy name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\nNever shy, sippin on some why ask why\nSmokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\nHooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\nWhile niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\nBut still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\nNiggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\nBut all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\nOh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\nVerse two: q-tip\n\nI bring it to your chest pour all the way live\nAnd deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\nWhen we start rappin heads roll like patton\nWith the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\nYo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\nAnd I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\nThe abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\nMary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\nThey called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\nNow I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\nYeah, what? you trapped in the zone\nWhere mc's get seared and all spots blown\nAnd in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\nI fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\nI'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\nAnd love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n[Pow, bust my liquid-ass style\nPeace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\nVerse three: j-ro\n\nYo put in the disc e\nWhile I hit the whiskey\n[Bust a rhyme off the head j]\nThe nigga missed me\nI'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\nIt's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\nI don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\nI rock the beat to sleep like an infant\nThe likwit crew, comin like this on you\nWith that four minute olde english piss on you\nYou're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\nBut I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\nI let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\nBeats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\nI fill all my days with big butts and boom\nI let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\nI'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\nWhen my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\nI fly down like the chi-town wind\nCause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\nWhen, the saints come marchin in\nI'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\nRoughneck niggaz wanna box me down\nCause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\nThe liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\nI drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\nVerse four: king tee\n\nHardcore g, I get hardcore man\nFrom the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\nLunatic potential, an isperential differential\nConfidentially smashin instrumentals\nOn this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\nAnd put my rear shit in flight, peep\nIf the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\nMan you got some motherfuckin junk","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All the Way Live\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: tash\n\n  Caps get peeled rolling in my force field\n  Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\n  So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\n  I'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\n  Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\n  While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\n  Downin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\n  The menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\n  Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\n  I neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\n  With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\n  I should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\n  And host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\n  Transmitting live to all my black people\n  Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\n  My name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\n  Never shy, sippin on some why ask why\n  Smokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\n  Hooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\n  While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\n  But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\n  Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\n  But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\n  Oh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\n  Verse two: q-tip\n\n  I bring it to your chest pour all the way live\n  And deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\n  When we start rappin heads roll like patton\n  With the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\n  Yo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\n  And I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\n  The abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\n  Mary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\n  They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\n  Now I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\n  Yeah, what? you trapped in the zone\n  Where mc's get seared and all spots blown\n  And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\n  I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\n  I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\n  And love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n  [Pow, bust my liquid-ass style\n  Peace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\n  Verse three: j-ro\n\n  Yo put in the disc e\n  While I hit the whiskey\n  [Bust a rhyme off the head j]\n  The nigga missed me\n  I'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\n  It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\n  I don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\n  I rock the beat to sleep like an infant\n  The likwit crew, comin like this on you\n  With that four minute olde english piss on you\n  You're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\n  But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\n  I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\n  Beats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\n  I fill all my days with big butts and boom\n  I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\n  I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\n  When my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\n  I fly down like the chi-town wind\n  Cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\n  When, the saints come marchin in\n  I'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\n  Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down\n  Cause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\n  The liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\n  I drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\n  Verse four: king tee\n\n  Hardcore g, I get hardcore man\n  From the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\n  Lunatic potential, an isperential differential\n  Confidentially smashin instrumentals\n  On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\n  And put my rear shit in flight, peep\n  If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\n  Man you got some motherfuckin junk\n"},{"id":9401753,"name":"All the Way Live","trackName":"All the Way Live","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Bar Tab 2","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: tash\n\nCaps get peeled rolling in my force field\nLike a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\nSo when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\nI'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\nJust a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\nWhile y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\nDownin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\nThe menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\nHas returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\nI neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\nWith flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\nI should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\nAnd host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\nTransmitting live to all my black people\nCatch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\nMy name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\nNever shy, sippin on some why ask why\nSmokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\nHooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\nWhile niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\nBut still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\nNiggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\nBut all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\nOh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\nVerse two: q-tip\n\nI bring it to your chest pour all the way live\nAnd deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\nWhen we start rappin heads roll like patton\nWith the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\nYo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\nAnd I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\nThe abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\nMary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\nThey called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\nNow I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\nYeah, what? you trapped in the zone\nWhere mc's get seared and all spots blown\nAnd in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\nI fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\nI'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\nAnd love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n[pow, bust my liquid-ass style\nPeace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\nVerse three: j-ro\n\nYo put in the disc e\nWhile I hit the whiskey\n[bust a rhyme off the head j]\nThe nigga missed me\nI'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\nIt's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\nI don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\nI rock the beat to sleep like an infant\nThe likwit crew, comin like this on you\nWith that four minute olde english piss on you\nYou're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\nBut I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\nI let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\nBeats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\nI fill all my days with big butts and boom\nI let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\nI'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\nWhen my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\nI fly down like the chi-town wind\nCause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\nWhen, the saints come marchin in\nI'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\nRoughneck niggaz wanna box me down\nCause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\nThe liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\nI drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\nVerse four: king tee\n\nHardcore g, I get hardcore man\nFrom the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\nLunatic potential, an isperential differential\nConfidentially smashin instrumentals\nOn this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\nAnd put my rear shit in flight, peep\nIf the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\nMan you got some motherfuckin junk","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All the Way Live\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Bar Tab 2\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: tash\n\n  Caps get peeled rolling in my force field\n  Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\n  So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\n  I'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\n  Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\n  While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\n  Downin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\n  The menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\n  Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\n  I neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\n  With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\n  I should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\n  And host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\n  Transmitting live to all my black people\n  Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\n  My name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\n  Never shy, sippin on some why ask why\n  Smokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\n  Hooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\n  While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\n  But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\n  Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\n  But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\n  Oh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\n  Verse two: q-tip\n\n  I bring it to your chest pour all the way live\n  And deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\n  When we start rappin heads roll like patton\n  With the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\n  Yo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\n  And I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\n  The abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\n  Mary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\n  They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\n  Now I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\n  Yeah, what? you trapped in the zone\n  Where mc's get seared and all spots blown\n  And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\n  I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\n  I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\n  And love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n  [pow, bust my liquid-ass style\n  Peace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\n  Verse three: j-ro\n\n  Yo put in the disc e\n  While I hit the whiskey\n  [bust a rhyme off the head j]\n  The nigga missed me\n  I'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\n  It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\n  I don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\n  I rock the beat to sleep like an infant\n  The likwit crew, comin like this on you\n  With that four minute olde english piss on you\n  You're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\n  But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\n  I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\n  Beats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\n  I fill all my days with big butts and boom\n  I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\n  I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\n  When my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\n  I fly down like the chi-town wind\n  Cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\n  When, the saints come marchin in\n  I'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\n  Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down\n  Cause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\n  The liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\n  I drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\n  Verse four: king tee\n\n  Hardcore g, I get hardcore man\n  From the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\n  Lunatic potential, an isperential differential\n  Confidentially smashin instrumentals\n  On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\n  And put my rear shit in flight, peep\n  If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\n  Man you got some motherfuckin junk\n"},{"id":40222442,"name":"05 All The Way Live","trackName":"05 All The Way Live","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One two, it's Tha Liks back at it\nYo, I'm gettin down, yo, my niggas drink mad brew\nYo, I'm gettin down, yo, my niggas drink mad brew\n\nCaps get peeled rollin in my forcefield\nLike a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows concealed\nSo when you're walkin down the block\nYou better watch who you approachin\n(I'm not your R&B singer) So ain't no need for vocal coachin\nJust a 40 and a roach and I'll evict you out the units\nWhile y'all niggas couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\nDown at all beer types, from St. Ides to Red Stripes, yikes!\nThe man that stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\nHas returned to burn, it's time y'all niggas learn\nI neutralize y'all niggas like relaxin in a perm\nWith flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\nI should mob the People's Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewelyn\nAnd host my own show, after Bill Cosby comes Rico!\nTransmitin live to all my black people\nCatch my drift? 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I'm down with my nigga E-Swift\n  My name is Tash, I'm from a group that you don't wanna fuck with\n  Never shy, sippin on some Y.S.Y\n  Smokin thai with this bitch that's mo' fly than Jasmine Guy\n  Hooked up with Jon Q, so let me do my thing\n  While niggas rock that blaze shit that they bought from Chess King\n  But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\n  Niggas say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\n  But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\n  Oh shit that's my nigga, show these niggas how you sing it\n\n  Yeah! 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Q Tip)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 262217\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One two, it's Tha Liks back at it\n  Yo, I'm gettin down, yo, my niggas drink mad brew\n  Yo, I'm gettin down, yo, my niggas drink mad brew\n\n  Caps get peeled rollin in my forcefield\n  Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows concealed\n  So when you're walkin down the block\n  You better watch who you approachin\n  (I'm not your R&B singer) So ain't no need for vocal coachin\n  Just a 40 and a roach and I'll evict you out the units\n  While y'all niggas couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\n  Down at all beer types, from St. Ides to Red Stripes, yikes!\n  The man that stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\n  Has returned to burn, it's time y'all niggas learn\n  I neutralize y'all niggas like relaxin in a perm\n  With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\n  I should mob the People's Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewelyn\n  And host my own show, after Bill Cosby comes Rico!\n  Transmitin live to all my black people\n  Catch my drift? I'm down with my nigga E-Swift\n  My name is Tash, I'm from a group that you don't wanna fuck with\n  Never shy, sippin on some Y.S.Y\n  Smokin thai with this bitch that's mo' fly than Jasmine Guy\n  Hooked up with Jon Q, so let me do my thing\n  While niggas rock that blaze shit that they bought from Chess King\n  But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\n  Niggas say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\n  But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\n  Oh shit that's my nigga, show these niggas how you sing it\n\n  Yeah! I bring it to your chest, pull all the way live\n  We deliver ill verses guaranteed to cause ties\n  When we start rappin heads roll like nappin\n  What the fuck Blood, drop the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot\n  Yo I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\n  And I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\n  The Abstract delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point\n  Mary Jane ain't nothin but a joint\n  They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\n  Now I'm cuttin and slashin like Luke's lightsaber\n  Yeah, what, you trapped in the zone\n  Where MC's get seen and all spots blown\n  And in this rap shit a nigga need to be picky\n  I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce-deuce Mickey's\n  I'm from the Rotten Apple, y'all niggas can't grapple\n  And love to Tha Liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n  Hi! 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Q-Tip & King Tee)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":262.617687,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: tash\n\nCaps get peeled rolling in my force field\nLike a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\nSo when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\nI'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\nJust a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\nWhile y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\nDownin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\nThe menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\nHas returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\nI neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\nWith flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\nI should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\nAnd host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\nTransmitting live to all my black people\nCatch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\nMy name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\nNever shy, sippin on some why ask why\nSmokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\nHooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\nWhile niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\nBut still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\nNiggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\nBut all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\nOh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\nVerse two: q-tip\n\nI bring it to your chest pour all the way live\nAnd deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\nWhen we start rappin heads roll like patton\nWith the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\nYo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\nAnd I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\nThe abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\nMary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\nThey called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\nNow I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\nYeah, what? you trapped in the zone\nWhere mc's get seared and all spots blown\nAnd in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\nI fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\nI'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\nAnd love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n[pow, bust my liquid-ass style\nPeace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\nVerse three: j-ro\n\nYo put in the disc e\nWhile I hit the whiskey\n[bust a rhyme off the head j]\nThe nigga missed me\nI'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\nIt's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\nI don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\nI rock the beat to sleep like an infant\nThe likwit crew, comin like this on you\nWith that four minute olde english piss on you\nYou're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\nBut I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\nI let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\nBeats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\nI fill all my days with big butts and boom\nI let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\nI'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\nWhen my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\nI fly down like the chi-town wind\nCause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\nWhen, the saints come marchin in\nI'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\nRoughneck niggaz wanna box me down\nCause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\nThe liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\nI drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\nVerse four: king tee\n\nHardcore g, I get hardcore man\nFrom the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\nLunatic potential, an isperential differential\nConfidentially smashin instrumentals\nOn this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\nAnd put my rear shit in flight, peep\nIf the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\nMan you got some motherfuckin junk","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All The Way Live (Feat. Q-Tip & King Tee)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 262618\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: tash\n\n  Caps get peeled rolling in my force field\n  Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\n  So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\n  I'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\n  Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\n  While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\n  Downin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\n  The menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\n  Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\n  I neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\n  With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\n  I should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\n  And host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\n  Transmitting live to all my black people\n  Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\n  My name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\n  Never shy, sippin on some why ask why\n  Smokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\n  Hooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\n  While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\n  But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\n  Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\n  But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\n  Oh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\n  Verse two: q-tip\n\n  I bring it to your chest pour all the way live\n  And deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\n  When we start rappin heads roll like patton\n  With the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\n  Yo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\n  And I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\n  The abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\n  Mary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\n  They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\n  Now I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\n  Yeah, what? you trapped in the zone\n  Where mc's get seared and all spots blown\n  And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\n  I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\n  I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\n  And love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n  [pow, bust my liquid-ass style\n  Peace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\n  Verse three: j-ro\n\n  Yo put in the disc e\n  While I hit the whiskey\n  [bust a rhyme off the head j]\n  The nigga missed me\n  I'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\n  It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\n  I don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\n  I rock the beat to sleep like an infant\n  The likwit crew, comin like this on you\n  With that four minute olde english piss on you\n  You're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\n  But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\n  I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\n  Beats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\n  I fill all my days with big butts and boom\n  I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\n  I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\n  When my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\n  I fly down like the chi-town wind\n  Cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\n  When, the saints come marchin in\n  I'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\n  Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down\n  Cause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\n  The liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\n  I drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\n  Verse four: king tee\n\n  Hardcore g, I get hardcore man\n  From the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\n  Lunatic potential, an isperential differential\n  Confidentially smashin instrumentals\n  On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\n  And put my rear shit in flight, peep\n  If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\n  Man you got some motherfuckin junk\n"},{"id":7069464,"name":"All the Way Live","trackName":"All the Way Live","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. Q‐Tip","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: tash\n\nCaps get peeled rolling in my force field\nLike a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\nSo when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\nI'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\nJust a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\nWhile y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\nDownin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\nThe menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\nHas returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\nI neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\nWith flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\nI should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\nAnd host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\nTransmitting live to all my black people\nCatch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\nMy name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\nNever shy, sippin on some why ask why\nSmokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\nHooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\nWhile niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\nBut still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\nNiggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\nBut all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\nOh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\nVerse two: q-tip\n\nI bring it to your chest pour all the way live\nAnd deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\nWhen we start rappin heads roll like patton\nWith the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\nYo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\nAnd I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\nThe abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\nMary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\nThey called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\nNow I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\nYeah, what? you trapped in the zone\nWhere mc's get seared and all spots blown\nAnd in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\nI fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\nI'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\nAnd love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n[Pow, bust my liquid-ass style\nPeace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\nVerse three: j-ro\n\nYo put in the disc e\nWhile I hit the whiskey\n[Bust a rhyme off the head j]\nThe nigga missed me\nI'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\nIt's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\nI don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\nI rock the beat to sleep like an infant\nThe likwit crew, comin like this on you\nWith that four minute olde english piss on you\nYou're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\nBut I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\nI let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\nBeats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\nI fill all my days with big butts and boom\nI let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\nI'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\nWhen my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\nI fly down like the chi-town wind\nCause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\nWhen, the saints come marchin in\nI'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\nRoughneck niggaz wanna box me down\nCause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\nThe liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\nI drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\nVerse four: king tee\n\nHardcore g, I get hardcore man\nFrom the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\nLunatic potential, an isperential differential\nConfidentially smashin instrumentals\nOn this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\nAnd put my rear shit in flight, peep\nIf the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\nMan you got some motherfuckin junk","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All the Way Live\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. Q‐Tip\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: tash\n\n  Caps get peeled rolling in my force field\n  Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill\n  So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin\n  I'm not your r&b singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin\n  Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units\n  While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin students\n  Downin all beer types, from st. ide's to red stripe (yipes!)\n  The menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes\n  Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn\n  I neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm\n  With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin\n  I should mind the people's court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn\n  And host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!\n  Transmitting live to all my black people\n  Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga e-swift\n  My name is tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with\n  Never shy, sippin on some why ask why\n  Smokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than jasmin guy\n  Hooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing\n  While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king\n  But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal\n  Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal\n  But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it\n  Oh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure\n\n  Verse two: q-tip\n\n  I bring it to your chest pour all the way live\n  And deliver I'll verse guaranteed to cause highs\n  When we start rappin heads roll like patton\n  With the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot\n  Yo I'm like grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage\n  And I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish\n  The abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point\n  Mary jane ain't nuttin but a joint\n  They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor\n  Now I'm cuttin and slashin like luke's light saber\n  Yeah, what? you trapped in the zone\n  Where mc's get seared and all spots blown\n  And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky\n  I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickey's\n  I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple\n  And love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle\n\n  [Pow, bust my liquid-ass style\n  Peace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]\n\n  Verse three: j-ro\n\n  Yo put in the disc e\n  While I hit the whiskey\n  [Bust a rhyme off the head j]\n  The nigga missed me\n  I'm in this rap game so i'ma aim to be best\n  It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest\n  I don't walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant\n  I rock the beat to sleep like an infant\n  The likwit crew, comin like this on you\n  With that four minute olde english piss on you\n  You're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit\n  But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit\n  I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets\n  Beats make my head bop, so i'ma rock it for the streets\n  I fill all my days with big butts and boom\n  I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room\n  I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin\n  When my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen\n  I fly down like the chi-town wind\n  Cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin\n  When, the saints come marchin in\n  I'ma roll right by em in the fly lincoln\n  Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down\n  Cause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown\n  The liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes\n  I drop the mic and strike the heisman pose\n\n  Verse four: king tee\n\n  Hardcore g, I get hardcore man\n  From the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam\n  Lunatic potential, an isperential differential\n  Confidentially smashin instrumentals\n  On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic\n  And put my rear shit in flight, peep\n  If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk\n  Man you got some motherfuckin junk\n"}]