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y'all niggas ain't real\n[01:06.87] I hit so hard at WBC\n[01:09.07] Carter asked me could the champ come and train with me\n[01:11.65] Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroes\n[01:14.13] Individuals close they eyes cause I blur they visuals\n[01:16.65] And I'm about to be as large as Whodini in a minute\n[01:19.14] (Nah the party didn't start) 'til Tha Liks walk in it\n[01:21.81] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[01:24.36] Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n[01:26.77] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[01:34.31] Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n[01:37.78] Yeah, check out my ro-gram\n[01:46.95] Since I was a kid I got darker\n[01:48.81] I write rhymes so fat I need a marker\n[01:50.73] My style gets bit like Peter Parker\n[01:52.71] If imitation is the greatest form of flattery\n[01:55.57] Punk don't flatter me, I'll slam you like a pug\n[01:58.29] I'm a dog with no fleas and ticks\n[02:00.09] Chicks love them light-skinned rap 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way, on Friday\n[02:50.75] \n[03:10.64] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[03:21.71] Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n[03:24.35] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[03:31.80] Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n[03:34.68] Hah, to all the hoes and all the third leggers\n[03:37.16] We comin old school like biscuits and crackers\n[03:40.78] Yo peep this, nigga\n[03:44.34] Yo, first they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby\n[03:47.18] But I'm just a nigga kickin my shit like Reggie Roby\n[03:50.22] My name ain't Toby call me J Tooder\n[03:52.15] Talk on my cellular telly got, a belly like Buddha\n[03:54.96] I ain't Berry Gordy son but I rocks well\n[03:57.41] When I eat Jamaican food I get the oxtail, yeah\n[04:00.45] Get in the bushes with your punk style, you're boros\n[04:02.55] I should kick my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris\n[04:05.33] I'll jump out the bushes and ambush your crew\n[04:07.98] Push you and mush you like a bitch, what'chu wanna do?\n[04:10.64] It's round two nigga I'm showin no love\n[04:12.59] It's like a heavyweight, match, but without the gloves\n[04:15.82] You just can't rock a show you're too quick to fatigue\n[04:18.35] I've been gettin busy since Red Woods was seeds\n[04:20.68] You need to put a little more thought into your writin\n[04:23.15] Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Philly Tighten\n[04:26.03] So stop bitin what your mouth can't chew\n[04:28.03] I know it eats you up my DJ flows better than you\n[04:30.78] But when I go to set it, call the closest paramedic\n[04:33.25] Cause you faker than that motherfuckin jewelry that's cosmetic\n[04:36.05] So hold onto your seats while I rock these beats\n[04:38.27] Cause these are just the repeats of our ama-zin feats\n[04:40.72] Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like World Records\n[04:43.41] So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected\n[04:46.01] And we on, W, T, O\n[04:56.33] \n[04:59.84] From, 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rotisserie gold\n  Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-S's\n  The crew that wet you with they beer until somebody undresses\n  I bust my shit and PEEL, grab my wheels of steel\n  If y'all niggas can't feel me then y'all niggas ain't real\n  I hit so hard at WBC\n\n  Carter asked me could the champ come and train with me\n  Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroes\n  Individuals close they eyes cause I blur they visuals\n  And I'm about to be as large as Whodini in a minute\n  (Nah the party didn't start) 'til Tha Liks walk in it\n\n  From, city to city, coast to coast\n  Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n  From, city to city, coast to coast\n  Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n\n  Yeah, check out my ro-gram\n\n  Since I was a kid I got darker\n  I write rhymes so fat I need a marker\n  My style gets bit like Peter Parker\n\n  If imitation is the greatest form of flattery\n  Punk don't flatter me, I'll slam you like a pug\n  I'm a 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than Space Ghost\n[00:35.92] Cause my fiber-optic lyrics make 'em sound like walkie-talkies\n[00:38.53] So the poet pops the Moet while they crack the Old Milwaukees\n[00:41.08] Off the hook with, (Rough and Business) so the Leo of the trio\n[00:43.53] (Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo\n[00:46.10] So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels\n[00:48.92] Dressin like y'all paid with demon coke bottles\n[00:51.43] So nod to the oddness as the story gets told\n[00:53.78] While I burn these MC's like rotisserie gold\n[00:56.37] Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-S's\n[00:58.85] The crew that wet you with they beer until somebody undresses\n[01:01.49] I bust my shit and PEEL, grab my wheels of steel\n[01:04.03] If y'all niggas can't feel me then y'all niggas ain't real\n[01:06.87] I hit so hard at WBC\n[01:09.07] Carter asked me could the champ come and train with me\n[01:11.65] Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroes\n[01:14.13] Individuals close they eyes cause I blur they visuals\n[01:16.65] And I'm about to be as large as Whodini in a minute\n[01:19.14] (Nah the party didn't start) 'til Tha Liks walk in it\n[01:21.81] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[01:24.36] Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n[01:26.77] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[01:34.31] Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n[01:37.78] Yeah, check out my ro-gram\n[01:46.95] Since I was a kid I got darker\n[01:48.81] I write rhymes so fat I need a marker\n[01:50.73] My style gets bit like Peter Parker\n[01:52.71] If imitation is the greatest form of flattery\n[01:55.57] Punk don't flatter me, I'll slam you like a pug\n[01:58.29] I'm a dog with no fleas and ticks\n[02:00.09] Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggas called Tha Liks\n[02:02.59] You's a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells\n[02:06.02] You never even heard \"Rock the Bells\"\n[02:08.03] My cash flows like a bloody nose\n[02:10.49] It stains all 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fatigue\n[04:18.35] I've been gettin busy since Red Woods was seeds\n[04:20.68] You need to put a little more thought into your writin\n[04:23.15] Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Philly Tighten\n[04:26.03] So stop bitin what your mouth can't chew\n[04:28.03] I know it eats you up my DJ flows better than you\n[04:30.78] But when I go to set it, call the closest paramedic\n[04:33.25] Cause you faker than that motherfuckin jewelry that's cosmetic\n[04:36.05] So hold onto your seats while I rock these beats\n[04:38.27] Cause these are just the repeats of our ama-zin feats\n[04:40.72] Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like World Records\n[04:43.41] So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected\n[04:46.01] And we on, W, T, O\n[04:56.33] \n[04:59.84] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[05:03.26] Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n[05:04.82] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[05:06.23] Friday night is the night they like to party the 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Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroes\n  Individuals close they eyes cause I blur they visuals\n  And I'm about to be as large as Whodini in a minute\n  (Nah the party didn't start) 'til Tha Liks walk in it\n\n  From, city to city, coast to coast\n  Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n  From, city to city, coast to coast\n  Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n\n  Yeah, check out my ro-gram\n\n  Since I was a kid I got darker\n  I write rhymes so fat I need a marker\n  My style gets bit like Peter Parker\n\n  If imitation is the greatest form of flattery\n  Punk don't flatter me, I'll slam you like a pug\n  I'm a dog with no fleas and ticks\n  Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggas called Tha Liks\n  You's a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells\n\n  You never even heard \"Rock the Bells\"\n\n  My cash flows like a bloody nose\n  It stains all your clothes and your pillows\n  I come from, the home of, the Rodney King 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bottles\n[00:51.43] So nod to the oddness as the story gets told\n[00:53.78] While I burn these MC's like rotisserie gold\n[00:56.37] Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-S's\n[00:58.85] The crew that wet you with they beer until somebody undresses\n[01:01.49] I bust my shit and PEEL, grab my wheels of steel\n[01:04.03] If y'all niggas can't feel me then y'all niggas ain't real\n[01:06.87] I hit so hard at WBC\n[01:09.07] Carter asked me could the champ come and train with me\n[01:11.65] Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroes\n[01:14.13] Individuals close they eyes cause I blur they visuals\n[01:16.65] And I'm about to be as large as Whodini in a minute\n[01:19.14] (Nah the party didn't start) 'til Tha Liks walk in it\n[01:21.81] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[01:24.36] Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n[01:26.77] From, city to city, coast to coast\n[01:34.31] Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n[01:37.78] Yeah, check out my 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feel me then y'all niggas ain't real\n  I hit so hard at WBC\n\n  Carter asked me could the champ come and train with me\n  Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroes\n  Individuals close they eyes cause I blur they visuals\n  And I'm about to be as large as Whodini in a minute\n  (Nah the party didn't start) 'til Tha Liks walk in it\n\n  From, city to city, coast to coast\n  Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n  From, city to city, coast to coast\n  Friday night is the night they like to party the most\n\n  Yeah, check out my ro-gram\n\n  Since I was a kid I got darker\n  I write rhymes so fat I need a marker\n  My style gets bit like Peter Parker\n\n  If imitation is the greatest form of flattery\n  Punk don't flatter me, I'll slam you like a pug\n  I'm a dog with no fleas and ticks\n  Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggas called Tha Liks\n  You's a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells\n\n  You never even heard \"Rock the Bells\"\n\n  My cash 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Coast","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tash\n\nYes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\nBack to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\nWho we got, we got, we got\nWe got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\nCause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\nMC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\nMC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\nMC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live\n\nMC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin\nThey write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in\nYOu're not a true hip-hop person\nSpend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions\nI send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group\nWith the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop\nYou better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone\nFore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones\nYou're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin\nWhile the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\nDisaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\nTo get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\nCause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\nWhile MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\nI got em, left without no watchers\nWhile I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\nI rock loaded, I never get promoted\nBut through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\nWhile you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\nI'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded\nBut no exucses, I still get the loosest\nWhen RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this\nSo back the fuck up like we told you last time\nCause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes\n\nRepeat 4X\n\nWe can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!\n\nTwo: J-Ro\n\nI wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights\nReminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states\nBanned in the rest, but we was on tour with who\nDe La, and Quest, we made the crowd 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beats that\nI got a complex I guess I bust best with stress\nA mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause\nUhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer\nChoppin up MC's with they mama\nAh-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens\nThe one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\nSuper Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\nLeapin over buildings, wavin at the children\nAnd don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\nTash I'm up out this piece\n\n(Repeat until fades)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Tash\n[00:03.88] Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\n[00:05.67] Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\n[00:07.52] Who we got, we got, we got\n[00:09.32] We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\n[00:12.07] Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:13.96] MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\n[00:16.64] MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:19.36] MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live\n[00:22.11] MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin\n[00:23.96] They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in\n[00:26.68] YOu're not a true hip-hop person\n[00:28.66] Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions\n[00:31.35] I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group\n[00:34.03] With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop\n[00:36.84] You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone\n[00:38.60] Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones\n[00:41.38] You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin\n[00:44.14] While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\n[00:46.89] Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\n[00:48.63] To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\n[00:51.48] Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\n[00:54.11] While MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\n[00:56.86] I got em, left without no watchers\n[00:59.65] While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\n[01:01.46] I rock loaded, I never get promoted\n[01:04.22] But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\n[01:06.95] While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\n[01:09.63] I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded\n[01:12.42] But no exucses, I still get the loosest\n[01:14.25] When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this\n[01:16.90] So back the fuck up like we told you last time\n[01:18.70] Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes\n[01:21.51] Repeat 4X\n[01:24.22] We can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!\n[01:40.63] Two: J-Ro\n[01:42.49] I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights\n[01:44.38] Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states\n[01:47.07] Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who\n[01:49.75] De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)\n[01:52.50] Now it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way\n[01:55.23] Bay-bee, bay-bee\n[01:57.04] WIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?\n[01:59.86] Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang\n[02:02.59] I bring it all the way back, like a punk return\n[02:04.38] I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns\n[02:07.00] The only MC I like is Amante\n[02:09.89] I was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie\n[02:12.56] Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG\n[02:14.34] When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome\n[02:17.19] Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer\n[02:19.89] Higher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire\n[02:22.53] Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop\n[02:24.40] Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top\n[02:27.17] I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U\n[02:29.90] And you know what we came to do, bottoms up!\n[02:50.87] Three: King Tee\n[02:51.79] When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in\n[02:54.44] The advertisement, and that nigga's bent\n[02:57.20] Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call\n[02:59.91] Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage\n[03:03.59] Teela's got a brand new gauge\n[03:04.51] So Make Room, for the crew with beats that\n[03:07.22] I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress\n[03:09.90] A mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause\n[03:12.73] Uhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer\n[03:15.45] Choppin up MC's with they mama\n[03:18.20] Ah-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens\n[03:20.02] The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\n[03:22.72] Super Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\n[03:25.55] Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children\n[03:28.22] And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\n[03:30.96] Tash I'm up out this piece\n[03:32.80] (Repeat until fades)\n[03:55.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bottoms Up\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tash\n  start_ms: 160\n  end_ms: 3880\n- text: Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\n  start_ms: 3880\n  end_ms: 5670\n- text: Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\n  start_ms: 5670\n  end_ms: 7520\n- text: Who we got, we got, we got\n  start_ms: 7520\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 12070\n- text: Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n  start_ms: 12070\n  end_ms: 13960\n- text: MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\n  start_ms: 13960\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: MC's in ninety-five, MC's in 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41380\n  end_ms: 44140\n- text: While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\n  start_ms: 44140\n  end_ms: 46890\n- text: Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\n  start_ms: 46890\n  end_ms: 48630\n- text: To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\n  start_ms: 48630\n  end_ms: 51480\n- text: Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\n  start_ms: 51480\n  end_ms: 54110\n- text: While MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\n  start_ms: 54110\n  end_ms: 56860\n- text: I got em, left without no watchers\n  start_ms: 56860\n  end_ms: 59650\n- text: While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\n  start_ms: 59650\n  end_ms: 61460\n- text: I rock loaded, I never get promoted\n  start_ms: 61460\n  end_ms: 64220\n- text: But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\n  start_ms: 64220\n  end_ms: 66950\n- text: While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\n  start_ms: 66950\n  end_ms: 69630\n- text: 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Oops I made a funny with the dozens\n  The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\n  Super Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\n  Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children\n  And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\n  Tash I'm up out this piece\n\n  (Repeat until fades)\n"},{"id":7070373,"name":"Hit and Run","trackName":"Hit and Run","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":346.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(J-Ro)\nI pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\nNiggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\nDigga B was in the front so he let me through the door\nI never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\nStraight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\nThe whole club was filled with the indo smoke\nE-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\nI had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\nSo King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\nBout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\nLorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\nPeep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n(E-Swift)\nCheck you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\nHere's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\nStarin at your chest, and I can only guess\nLord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\nYo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\nStick around and watch us rock the mic device\nShe gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\nI don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\nIt's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\nShe said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\nNo sweat, I'll go out and get em\nHooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\nNow we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\nGot the three hoes in the front row chillin\nThat's how it be when you play high post\nCause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n(Xzibit)\nThis is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\nIt was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\nCoolin at the crib one day\nI think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\nI finally ask her can a nigga come through\nShe talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\nI get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\nIce cold, forty down in the freezer\nAnd roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\nHow she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\nAn hour later I was breakin her off\nIn each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\nI got up and then I washed my shit\nAlright bitch, word got her rings then I split\nYeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\nXzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\nChorus: Repeat 2X\n\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass 'fore the night is through\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n(J-Ro)\nI was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\nThe club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\nThat's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\nHer name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\nFuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\nI said my name is big game all in her face\nI said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\nKickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\nI got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\nCan I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\nShe said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\nJust let me know the time and I'll be there\"\nI said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\nLet's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\nWe got to the place I started stuffin my face\nNot a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\nI didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\nI left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\nAnd the next move, you might think it's tasteless\nBut I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n(Xzibit)\nWe rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\nThe shit bitches do for money\nOnly jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\nI'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\nYo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\nKept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\nI said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\nA couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\nYou're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\nNigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\nIt's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\nOf somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\nYo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\nThinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\nI'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\nYou felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.14] (J-Ro)\n[00:29.22] I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n[00:31.51] Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n[00:34.07] Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n[00:36.36] I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n[00:38.76] Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n[00:40.91] The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n[00:43.37] E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n[00:46.22] I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n[00:48.69] So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n[00:51.03] Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n[00:53.22] Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n[00:56.37] Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n[00:58.29] (E-Swift)\n[00:59.20] Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n[01:00.81] Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n[01:03.12] Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n[01:06.12] Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n[01:08.70] Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n[01:10.79] Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n[01:13.06] She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n[01:15.76] I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n[01:18.25] It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n[01:20.21] She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n[01:23.67] No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n[01:25.71] Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n[01:28.52] Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n[01:30.54] Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n[01:32.84] That's how it be when you play high post\n[01:35.21] Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n[01:37.85] (Xzibit)\n[01:38.48] This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n[01:40.23] It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n[01:42.36] Coolin at the crib one day\n[01:45.15] I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n[01:47.89] I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n[01:50.02] She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n[01:53.26] I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n[01:55.97] Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n[01:57.75] And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n[02:00.86] How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n[02:02.50] An hour later I was breakin her off\n[02:04.57] In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n[02:07.33] I got up and then I washed my shit\n[02:09.50] Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n[02:12.57] Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n[02:15.15] Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n[02:17.52] Chorus: Repeat 2X\n[02:18.60] All I really wanna do\n[02:20.05] Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n[02:22.51] All I really wanna do\n[02:24.57] Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n[02:36.42] (J-Ro)\n[02:36.96] I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n[02:39.18] The club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n[02:41.59] That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n[02:44.17] Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n[02:46.80] Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n[02:49.53] I said my name is big game all in her face\n[02:51.61] I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n[02:53.61] Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n[02:56.08] I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n[02:58.90] Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n[03:01.05] She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n[03:03.65] Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n[03:05.95] I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n[03:09.25] Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n[03:11.38] We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n[03:13.22] Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n[03:15.92] I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n[03:18.13] I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n[03:20.78] And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n[03:23.03] But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n[03:25.70] (Xzibit)\n[03:26.62] We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n[03:28.73] The shit bitches do for money\n[03:30.88] Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n[03:32.97] I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n[03:35.55] Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n[03:38.29] Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n[03:40.53] I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n[03:43.07] A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n[03:45.56] You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n[03:48.35] Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n[03:50.33] It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n[03:53.35] Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n[03:55.74] Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n[03:58.40] Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n[04:00.46] I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n[04:02.87] You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n[04:05.71] Chorus\n[04:11.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit and Run\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  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my bubble\n  start_ms: 75760\n  end_ms: 78250\n- text: It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n  start_ms: 78250\n  end_ms: 80210\n- text: She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n  start_ms: 80210\n  end_ms: 83670\n- text: No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n  start_ms: 83670\n  end_ms: 85710\n- text: Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n  start_ms: 85710\n  end_ms: 88520\n- text: Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n  start_ms: 88520\n  end_ms: 90540\n- text: Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n  start_ms: 90540\n  end_ms: 92840\n- text: That's how it be when you play high post\n  start_ms: 92840\n  end_ms: 95210\n- text: Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n  start_ms: 95210\n  end_ms: 97850\n- text: (Xzibit)\n  start_ms: 97850\n  end_ms: 98480\n- text: This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n  start_ms: 98480\n  end_ms: 100230\n- text: It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n  start_ms: 100230\n  end_ms: 102360\n- text: Coolin at the crib one day\n  start_ms: 102360\n  end_ms: 105150\n- text: I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n  start_ms: 105150\n  end_ms: 107890\n- text: I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n  start_ms: 107890\n  end_ms: 110020\n- text: She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n  start_ms: 110020\n  end_ms: 113260\n- text: I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n  start_ms: 113260\n  end_ms: 115970\n- text: Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n  start_ms: 115970\n  end_ms: 117750\n- text: And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n  start_ms: 117750\n  end_ms: 120860\n- text: How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n  start_ms: 120860\n  end_ms: 122500\n- text: An hour later I was breakin her off\n  start_ms: 122500\n  end_ms: 124570\n- text: In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n  start_ms: 124570\n  end_ms: 127330\n- text: I got up and then I washed my shit\n  start_ms: 127330\n  end_ms: 129500\n- text: Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n  start_ms: 129500\n  end_ms: 132570\n- text: Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n  start_ms: 132570\n  end_ms: 135150\n- text: Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n  start_ms: 135150\n  end_ms: 137520\n- text: 'Chorus: Repeat 2X'\n  start_ms: 137520\n  end_ms: 138600\n- text: All I really wanna do\n  start_ms: 138600\n  end_ms: 140050\n- text: Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n  start_ms: 140050\n  end_ms: 142510\n- text: All I really wanna do\n  start_ms: 142510\n  end_ms: 144570\n- text: Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n  start_ms: 144570\n  end_ms: 156420\n- text: (J-Ro)\n  start_ms: 156420\n  end_ms: 156960\n- text: I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n  start_ms: 156960\n  end_ms: 159180\n- text: The club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n  start_ms: 159180\n  end_ms: 161590\n- text: That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n  start_ms: 161590\n  end_ms: 164170\n- text: Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n  start_ms: 164170\n  end_ms: 166800\n- text: Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n  start_ms: 166800\n  end_ms: 169530\n- text: I said my name is big game all in her face\n  start_ms: 169530\n  end_ms: 171610\n- text: I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n  start_ms: 171610\n  end_ms: 173610\n- text: Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n  start_ms: 173610\n  end_ms: 176080\n- text: I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n  start_ms: 176080\n  end_ms: 178900\n- text: Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n  start_ms: 178900\n  end_ms: 181050\n- text: She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n  start_ms: 181050\n  end_ms: 183650\n- text: Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n  start_ms: 183650\n  end_ms: 185950\n- text: I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n  start_ms: 185950\n  end_ms: 189250\n- text: Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n  start_ms: 189250\n  end_ms: 191380\n- text: We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n  start_ms: 191380\n  end_ms: 193220\n- text: Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n  start_ms: 193220\n  end_ms: 195920\n- text: I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n  start_ms: 195920\n  end_ms: 198130\n- text: I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n  start_ms: 198130\n  end_ms: 200780\n- text: And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n  start_ms: 200780\n  end_ms: 203030\n- text: But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n  start_ms: 203030\n  end_ms: 205700\n- text: (Xzibit)\n  start_ms: 205700\n  end_ms: 206620\n- text: We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n  start_ms: 206620\n  end_ms: 208730\n- text: The shit bitches do for money\n  start_ms: 208730\n  end_ms: 210880\n- text: Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n  start_ms: 210880\n  end_ms: 212970\n- text: I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n  start_ms: 212970\n  end_ms: 215550\n- text: Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n  start_ms: 215550\n  end_ms: 218290\n- text: Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n  start_ms: 218290\n  end_ms: 220530\n- text: I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n  start_ms: 220530\n  end_ms: 223070\n- text: A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n  start_ms: 223070\n  end_ms: 225560\n- text: You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n  start_ms: 225560\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 230330\n- text: It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n  start_ms: 230330\n  end_ms: 233350\n- text: Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n  start_ms: 233350\n  end_ms: 235740\n- text: Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  start_ms: 235740\n  end_ms: 238400\n- text: Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  start_ms: 238400\n  end_ms: 240460\n- text: I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  start_ms: 240460\n  end_ms: 242870\n- text: You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n  start_ms: 242870\n  end_ms: 245710\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 245710\n  end_ms: 251580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251580\nplain: |-\n  (J-Ro)\n  I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n  Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n  Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n  I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n  Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n  The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n  E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n  I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n  So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n  Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n  Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n  Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n  (E-Swift)\n  Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n  Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n  Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n  Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n  Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n  Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n  She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n  I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n  It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n  She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n  No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n  Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n  Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n  Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n  That's how it be when you play high post\n  Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n  It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n  Coolin at the crib one day\n  I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n  I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n  She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n  I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n  Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n  And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n  How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n  An hour later I was breakin her off\n  In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n  I got up and then I washed my shit\n  Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n  Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n  Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\n  Chorus: Repeat 2X\n\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n  The club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n  That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n  Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n  Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n  I said my name is big game all in her face\n  I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n  Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n  I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n  Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n  She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n  Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n  I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n  Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n  We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n  Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n  I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n  I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n  And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n  But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n  The shit bitches do for money\n  Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n  I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n  Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n  Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n  I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n  A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n  You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n  Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n  It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n  Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n  Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":7070918,"name":"Let It Out","trackName":"Let It Out","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's the alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction\nThe remix version for all the brothers out there\nThat got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out\nAnything you could do I could do fresher\nWhen I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure\nCause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun\nI gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one\nCause who's bad? not Michael Jackson when I asked him\nI even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxton\nIt's the, liks, rockin' like a six point six\nSo while I be scoopin' bitches you rush the porno flicks\nFor reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center\nI got your hoe cookin' my dinner\nAction, lights and cameras ain't needed\nIndeed it's, the nigga that be gettin' rappers heated\nI'm j-ro, and my style is darker than a mole\nMy rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll\nAll the liks releases, become masterpieces\nOh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases\n[Chorus]\nAnd I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)\nI gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out)\nThey'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)\nI gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out)\nThey'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)\nI gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out)\nThey'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)\nI gotta, I gotta let it all out\nI get in 'em when I sin 'em, the alkaholik venom\nI fold your clothes with your body still in 'em\nThe rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott\nThe only way you take my spot is with a shot\nI grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand\nThat they can't scrape j-ro the man\nA nigga who stays, in the old school ways\nAnd just like subways, I can make your days\nWe got more soul than james brown and platform adidas\nThe likwit crew, comin' new like a fetus\nSo run tell your granny, your pops and your girl\nniggas like me gonna rule the world\nSo all aboard the j-ro train to funkytown\nExpress from the west so it's best that I clown\nI bust the alehze on ice on down to beck's brew\nI got more fame than dana dane I hold mics like Donahue\nCause I'm committed, admit it, you was too legit to quit it\nDancin' with toilets now you can't get busy with it\nWith the vintage olde gold gettin' dusty in the cellar\nI throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler\nSo yo what you got, 'cause God damn it's hot\nIt's the alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot\nSo ease up off my line, and let me rhyme\nI lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find\nCall me e.t., but yo, it don't take a secret psychic\nCause even in the future i'ma frak it when I mic it\n[Chorus]\nWith flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya\nKnown to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures\nIt's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones\nI got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones\nSo tap into the cold while I torch mc's\nCause I be itchin for a scratch like the force md's\nBut yo fuck that, tash is in the wind with the gin\nI gotta pass the mic to j 'cause he can't hold it in\nI can't hold it in my friend the liks get the most clout\nWe be scorin points like michael irvin on the post route\nAnd just like joi boy, I make your bones ache man\nJust how much punishment can a rapper take man?\nThe homes be like where you been? man I been creatin\nWe had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin\nFor the kibbles 'n' bits, I love pits tits and rap hits\nAnd Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin yapes with the liks\nI can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind\nThere's a lotta half-ass niggas thinkin' they can rhyme\nBut their style is not buttah, it's more like busta without the a\nYou never think of nothin' fresh to say\nThe freshest dj from the state of ohio\nI remember when you battled, cuttin up survival\nNots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast\nPacked up my technics, now I'm on the west coast, now I\nDamn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga\nYo before we get up out\nI wanna shout it out to my nigga diamond d","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let It Out\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's the alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction\n  The remix version for all the brothers out there\n  That got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out\n  Anything you could do I could do fresher\n  When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure\n  Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun\n  I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one\n  Cause who's bad? not Michael Jackson when I asked him\n  I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxton\n  It's the, liks, rockin' like a six point six\n  So while I be scoopin' bitches you rush the porno flicks\n  For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center\n  I got your hoe cookin' my dinner\n  Action, lights and cameras ain't needed\n  Indeed it's, the nigga that be gettin' rappers heated\n  I'm j-ro, and my style is darker than a mole\n  My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll\n  All the liks releases, become masterpieces\n  Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases\n  [Chorus]\n  And I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)\n  I gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out)\n  They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)\n  I gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out)\n  They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)\n  I gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out)\n  They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)\n  I gotta, I gotta let it all out\n  I get in 'em when I sin 'em, the alkaholik venom\n  I fold your clothes with your body still in 'em\n  The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott\n  The only way you take my spot is with a shot\n  I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand\n  That they can't scrape j-ro the man\n  A nigga who stays, in the old school ways\n  And just like subways, I can make your days\n  We got more soul than james brown and platform adidas\n  The likwit crew, comin' new like a fetus\n  So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl\n  niggas like me gonna rule the world\n  So all aboard the j-ro train to funkytown\n  Express from the west so it's best that I clown\n  I bust the alehze on ice on down to beck's brew\n  I got more fame than dana dane I hold mics like Donahue\n  Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was too legit to quit it\n  Dancin' with toilets now you can't get busy with it\n  With the vintage olde gold gettin' dusty in the cellar\n  I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler\n  So yo what you got, 'cause God damn it's hot\n  It's the alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot\n  So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme\n  I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find\n  Call me e.t., but yo, it don't take a secret psychic\n  Cause even in the future i'ma frak it when I mic it\n  [Chorus]\n  With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya\n  Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures\n  It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones\n  I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones\n  So tap into the cold while I torch mc's\n  Cause I be itchin for a scratch like the force md's\n  But yo fuck that, tash is in the wind with the gin\n  I gotta pass the mic to j 'cause he can't hold it in\n  I can't hold it in my friend the liks get the most clout\n  We be scorin points like michael irvin on the post route\n  And just like joi boy, I make your bones ache man\n  Just how much punishment can a rapper take man?\n  The homes be like where you been? man I been creatin\n  We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin\n  For the kibbles 'n' bits, I love pits tits and rap hits\n  And Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin yapes with the liks\n  I can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind\n  There's a lotta half-ass niggas thinkin' they can rhyme\n  But their style is not buttah, it's more like busta without the a\n  You never think of nothin' fresh to say\n  The freshest dj from the state of ohio\n  I remember when you battled, cuttin up survival\n  Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast\n  Packed up my technics, now I'm on the west coast, now I\n  Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga\n  Yo before we get up out\n  I wanna shout it out to my nigga diamond d\n"},{"id":7072703,"name":"The Next Level","trackName":"The Next Level","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the next level\nThe L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh\n\nYou'se a nigga, everybody diss 'cuz you can't bust this\nYou got a bad name like Dick Butkis\nWelcome to the next 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three\n\n  'Cuz nineteen ninety-four is the year we overdo it\n  With the house party beats and flowin' like fluid\n  'Cuz ain't nothin' too but to do that shit and print it\n  But it's all about the loot so every move is documented\n  And vented, by the man born for lyric kickin'\n  Coolin' out with your bitch eatin' sweet and sour chicken\n\n  Exceeding Visa limits if the tab's on you\n  I get drunk and reminisce about the shit I used to do\n  We used ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby\n  Me, Mike D, and my beat box Robby\n  Sendin' kids back to the lab for more practice\n  The only way they'd win, if we battled to see who's the wackiest\n\n  Ten years later, still a hip-hop slave\n  A prehistoric B-boy makin' beats in my cave\n  The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh\n  It's the, liquid flows that we spillin' on ya\n  Broadcastin' live from Southern California, and we out\n\n  Welcome to the next level\n  The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh\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":7069358,"name":"2014","trackName":"2014","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The year is 2004, people talk about war\nI had to hit the floor when the bombs began too pour\nTen minutes ago I was mad cause my stomach was grumbling\nNow the whole world is crumbling\nI hear people scream across the street gettin' crushed\nThis went on for twenty minutes then the whole world hushed\nI couldn't see shit but I could feel myself breathin'\nDamn I'm still kickin' but I'm just not believin'\nI give thanks to God then I'm off on my mission\nAin't no stars in the sky so it ain't no wishin'\nI wonder, I wonder, I just can't under-stand\nWhy, am I the last man?\nThese crazy thoughts in my head won't stop\nWhere's my moms and my pops and what about hip-hop\nI'm pickin' up things that could be of use to me\nToo build a makeshift crib where Hollywood used to be\nAnd it ain't no forties, it ain't no blunts\nI ain't had no ass in five years and eight months\nFive more years pass, and I still survive\nAnd I'm through with wonderin' who's still alive\nUntil one day I'm just walkin' along\nAnd I hear this kid singin' a hip-hop song\nHe said, \"That's the way it is, and it's like that\"\nI said, \"Yo kid c'mere, where you learn that song at?\"\nHe said, \"My daddy taught me about the hip-hop game\nI'm eight years old and Rakim is my name\"\nHe said, \"Yo I'll take you to him, come follow me;\nbut first you gotta prove that you can MC\"\nSo I cleared my throat got in a b-boy stance\nand I ran through a rhyme that made him piss in his pants\nWith tears in his eyes, he grabbed me by the hand\nAnd then we ran, ten miles across the sand\nHe took me to the spot, dig deep underground\nWhere I can hear the sound of the big bass pound\nI wasn't really sure, but I swore we smelled blunt smoke\nNo joke loc, well can I get a toke?\nHe took me to his pops and he handed me a spliff\nAnd out behind the wall came Tash and E-Swift\nThey took me to a freestyle session it was on\nI knew hip-hop would never be gone\nFive hundred hip-hop deep\nYo we cool in 2014, Alkaholiks still rulin'\nIt's gonna live forever\nThis goes out to the P-Town, LBNT\nKnowhatI'msayin?\nCheck it out\nHip-hop don't stop\nAlkaholiks\nCheck it out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '2014'\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The year is 2004, people talk about war\n  I had to hit the floor when the bombs began too pour\n  Ten minutes ago I was mad cause my stomach was grumbling\n  Now the whole world is crumbling\n  I hear people scream across the street gettin' crushed\n  This went on for twenty minutes then the whole world hushed\n  I couldn't see shit but I could feel myself breathin'\n  Damn I'm still kickin' but I'm just not believin'\n  I give thanks to God then I'm off on my mission\n  Ain't no stars in the sky so it ain't no wishin'\n  I wonder, I wonder, I just can't under-stand\n  Why, am I the last man?\n  These crazy thoughts in my head won't stop\n  Where's my moms and my pops and what about hip-hop\n  I'm pickin' up things that could be of use to me\n  Too build a makeshift crib where Hollywood used to be\n  And it ain't no forties, it ain't no blunts\n  I ain't had no ass in five years and eight months\n  Five more years pass, and I still survive\n  And I'm through with wonderin' who's still alive\n  Until one day I'm just walkin' along\n  And I hear this kid singin' a hip-hop song\n  He said, \"That's the way it is, and it's like that\"\n  I said, \"Yo kid c'mere, where you learn that song at?\"\n  He said, \"My daddy taught me about the hip-hop game\n  I'm eight years old and Rakim is my name\"\n  He said, \"Yo I'll take you to him, come follow me;\n  but first you gotta prove that you can MC\"\n  So I cleared my throat got in a b-boy stance\n  and I ran through a rhyme that made him piss in his pants\n  With tears in his eyes, he grabbed me by the hand\n  And then we ran, ten miles across the sand\n  He took me to the spot, dig deep underground\n  Where I can hear the sound of the big bass pound\n  I wasn't really sure, but I swore we smelled blunt smoke\n  No joke loc, well can I get a toke?\n  He took me to his pops and he handed me a spliff\n  And out behind the wall came Tash and E-Swift\n  They took me to a freestyle session it was on\n  I knew hip-hop would never be gone\n  Five hundred hip-hop deep\n  Yo we cool in 2014, Alkaholiks still rulin'\n  It's gonna live forever\n  This goes out to the P-Town, LBNT\n  KnowhatI'msayin?\n  Check it out\n  Hip-hop don't stop\n  Alkaholiks\n  Check it out\n"},{"id":1849602,"name":"Daaam!","trackName":"Daaam!","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daaam! Daaam!\n\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nE-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\nI'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\nSo make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\nI walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\nI was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\nSo you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\nBring it on young one, so you can get done\nI got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-three million, five thousand flows\nAnd here's one more for the hoes\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nGeyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\nMakin' more dutch than Ross Perot\nCheck it out, yeah\nLike that, Xzibit all in your grill\nHah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\nThe hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\nKick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\nI'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\nSo the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\nMeans I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\nThe liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\nBustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\nSo I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\nI told chief not to start no beef\nHe tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\nDroppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\nThat's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\nI heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\nWhile I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nI've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\nI make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\nI used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\nWatts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\nA fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\nDan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\nI even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\nYou try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\nY'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\nI wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\nSo I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\nThat's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\nWhen I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\nLike a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\nIt's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nWell it's like this uh, it's like that\nLike that, word up, Alkaholiks\nX to the Z Xzibit\nIn the motherfuckin place, yeah\nLet me shout it out once, once, once\n\nTo my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\nTo my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\nTo my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\nTo my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\nTo that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\nTo that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\nTo my nigga all across the board\nThis is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\nUh, the freestyle flow dicks\nRico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\nYour whole damn crew will get wet up\nNineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\nYes, the freestyle flow on and on","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.52] Daaam! Daaam!\n[00:18.01] Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:19.82] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:22.59] Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:25.37] Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:28.05] E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n[00:31.64] Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n[00:33.41] I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n[00:36.15] I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n[00:37.90] This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n[00:40.68] So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n[00:43.36] Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n[00:46.08] I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n[00:47.84] I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n[00:50.58] I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n[00:53.32] So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n[00:56.05] To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n[00:57.86] Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n[01:00.51] I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n[01:03.25] Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n[01:05.05] And here's one more for the hoes\n[01:06.83] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:09.58] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:12.24] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:15.09] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:16.82] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:19.54] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:22.28] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:24.95] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:27.63] Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n[01:31.43] Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n[01:33.38] Check it out, yeah\n[01:36.45] Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n[01:39.15] Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n[01:41.37] 'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n[01:44.02] The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n[01:47.61] Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n[01:50.31] I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n[01:52.14] So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n[01:54.86] Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n[01:57.52] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n[02:00.22] Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n[02:03.03] So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n[02:04.71] 'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n[02:07.57] I told chief not to start no beef\n[02:09.32] He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n[02:12.03] 'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n[02:14.73] Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n[02:17.48] 'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n[02:19.25] It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n[02:21.99] Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n[02:24.64] That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n[02:27.39] So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n[02:30.07] 'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n[02:31.88] I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n[02:34.68] While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n[02:37.30] The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:39.13] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:40.97] The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:43.66] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:46.36] The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:48.11] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:50.94] The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:53.62] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:57.27] I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n[02:59.91] I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n[03:02.65] I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n[03:04.48] 'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n[03:07.13] Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n[03:09.89] A fresh-ass out my notebook\n[03:11.65] Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n[03:14.46] I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n[03:17.11] You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n[03:19.88] 'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n[03:21.67] Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n[03:24.39] I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n[03:27.01] So I could just 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n[03:28.80] That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n[03:31.52] When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n[03:34.39] 'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n[03:37.06] Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n[03:39.72] It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n[03:41.53] I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n[03:44.25] And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n[03:46.90] It's like that\n[03:49.61] It's like this uh, it's like that\n[03:51.44] It's like this uh, it's like that\n[03:54.10] Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n[03:56.84] Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n[03:58.62] X to the Z Xzibit\n[04:01.37] In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n[04:03.11] Let me shout it out once, once, once\n[04:05.83] To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n[04:08.52] To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n[04:11.23] To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n[04:13.91] To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n[04:16.64] To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\n[04:18.48] To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\n[04:21.20] To my nigga all across the board\n[04:23.98] This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n[04:27.58] Uh, the freestyle flow dicks\n[04:29.35] Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\n[04:31.14] Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\n[04:33.89] Rico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\n[04:37.44] Your whole damn crew will get wet up\n[04:38.61] Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\n[04:41.39] Yes, the freestyle flow on and on\n[04:43.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daaam!\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 285000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Daaam! 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Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n  Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n  The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n  Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n  So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\n  I told chief not to start no beef\n  He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n  'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n  'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\n  Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n  That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n  'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n  I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n  While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n  I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n  I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n  'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n  Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n  A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\n  Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n  I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n  You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n  'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\n  So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\n  It's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n  Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n  X to the Z Xzibit\n  In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n\n  To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\n  To 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