[{"id":32455738,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies (Radio Version)","trackName":"Hip Hop Drunkies (Radio Version)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\na better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Drunkies (Radio Version)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Hip Hop Drunkies\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\n  I bomb squads like hank shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n  I drink more Brewster's than punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n  What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n  I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n  You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n  'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta when you hear the\n  (Make room, boom, boom)\n\n  Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  At you fuckers\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  a better one, then slice a versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\n  See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n  I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n  Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n"},{"id":34119565,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies (instrumental version)","trackName":"Hip Hop Drunkies (instrumental version)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\na better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n[02:08.94] I bomb squads like hank shock\n[02:11.61] Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n[02:14.37] I drink more Brewster's than punky\n[02:16.19] It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n[02:18.89] You bitches are hoes\n[02:20.69] Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n[02:23.32] Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n[02:26.93] Where ever the fuck it goes\n[02:29.68] You bitches are hoes\n[02:31.55] Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n[02:34.24] Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n[02:36.90] Where ever the fuck it goes\n[02:38.79] Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n[02:39.62] No disrespect to any architect\n[02:41.49] Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n[02:43.25] I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n[02:46.82] Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n[02:49.51] Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n[02:51.32] What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n[02:53.19] I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n[02:56.77] You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n[02:58.55] Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n[03:01.24] 'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n[03:03.01] 'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n[03:05.75] So you betta when you hear the\n[03:07.50] (Make room, boom, boom)\n[03:08.48] Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n[03:10.26] That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n[03:12.98] I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n[03:14.74] One on one at your rap seminar\n[03:15.68] Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n[03:17.42] At you fuckers\n[03:18.35] So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n[03:19.26] And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n[03:21.91] I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n[03:24.65] Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n[03:27.35] Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n[03:30.03] Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n[03:30.98] a better one, then slice a versa\n[03:32.74] God acre, massacre murdered\n[03:33.79] Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n[03:36.42] You're just rhyme to survive streets\n[03:38.24] True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n[03:40.08] Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n[03:41.85] True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n[03:44.53] Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n[03:47.23] See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n[03:49.98] I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n[03:52.65] With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n[03:54.45] Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n[03:57.17] (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n[03:58.02] But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n[04:01.61] Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n[04:04.31] Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n[04:07.04] It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n[04:09.76] Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n[04:12.42] So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n[04:15.12] It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n[04:19.63] Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n[04:22.31] So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n[04:25.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Drunkies (instrumental version)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Hip Hop Drunkies\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What's yo' name? 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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This is Likwidation from the West\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\nCause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\nThis nigga poutin, this ho was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro-tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\nWhat? You the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\nStop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\nNiggas be creepin up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker WHAT!!\n\nThe Ro pimped the flow like a ho, so I should rap on the mack-raphone\nMy rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him\n(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like G's or the pistolas\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\nI Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block\nburp I drink more Brewsters than Punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies\n\nYou bithces are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin ho\nOr in your butthole/earhole\nWherever the fuck it goes\n(repeat 2X)\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin\nWhat's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin\nI'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin\nYou trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\nCause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\nCause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)\n\nHey sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way\nAt you fuckers...\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra da-llama, bring hahaha\nExtra extra bring the da-llama\na better one, then slice-a-versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHo don't kick that mumbo jumbo...\n\nSee this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\nI come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin\nNiggas lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'\n(Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip\nI came to bring it to ya humb-le\nTumb-le all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!\n\noutro\nIt's the Likwid crew\nComin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin your party, jettin out with allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?\n(repeat 2X)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Drunkies (feat. 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This is Likwidation from the West\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n  This nigga poutin, this ho was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n  What? You the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n  Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\n  Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker WHAT!!\n\n  The Ro pimped the flow like a ho, so I should rap on the mack-raphone\n  My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him\n  (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\n  I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block\n  burp I drink more Brewsters than Punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies\n\n  You bithces are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin ho\n  Or in your butthole/earhole\n  Wherever the fuck it goes\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin\n  What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin\n  I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin\n  You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\n  Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)\n\n  Hey sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way\n  At you fuckers...\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra da-llama, bring hahaha\n  Extra extra bring the da-llama\n  a better one, then slice-a-versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Ho don't kick that mumbo jumbo...\n\n  See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\n  I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin\n  Niggas lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip\n  I came to bring it to ya humb-le\n  Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!\n\n  outro\n  It's the Likwid crew\n  Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?\n  (repeat 2X)\n"},{"id":37790228,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies","trackName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Mixed Drinks (The Best Of Tha Alkaholiks)","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\nA better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56]What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30]My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97]Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83]You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81]I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67]What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45]While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12]But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80]Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65]'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31]My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07]Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72]So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46](Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38]I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29]I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97](Beep)\n[00:46.80]I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73]Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41]Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11]Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88]Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60]I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35]'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15]She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85]This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56]I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38]Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02]Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72]What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43]The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28]Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93]My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80]Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52]Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33]So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28]Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07]Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85]When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59]Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23]Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07]The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96]So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75]My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43]I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25]Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94]I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70]When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46]I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37]The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01]Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78]My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45]No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11]We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\n  I bomb squads like hank shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n  I drink more Brewster's than punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n  What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n  I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n  You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n  'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta when you hear the\n  (Make room, boom, boom)\n\n  Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  At you fuckers\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  A better one, then slice a versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\n  See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n  I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n  Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n"},{"id":24022668,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies (Radio) (Feat. 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Ol' Dirty Bastard)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Hip Hop Drunkies CDM","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name?\nWhat's yo' naaaaaame?\nburp My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'mma Alkaholik\nYeah me too nigga\nsingin some crazy shit\n\nYou're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French\nBut it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\nCause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar\nI filter out the weak everytime I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)\nI'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client\nTryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\nCause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\nThis nigga poutin, this ho was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro-tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\nWhat? You the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\nStop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\nNiggas be creepin up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker WHAT!!\n\nThe Ro pimped the flow like a ho, so I should rap on the mack-raphone\nMy rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him\n(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like G's or the pistolas\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\nI Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block\nburp I drink more Brewsters than Punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies\n\nYou bithces are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin ho\nOr in your butthole/earhole\nWherever the fuck it goes\n(repeat 2X)\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin\nWhat's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin\nI'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin\nYou trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\nCause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\nCause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)\n\nHey sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way\nAt you fuckers...\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra da-llama, bring hahaha\nExtra extra bring the da-llama\na better one, then slice-a-versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHo don't kick that mumbo jumbo...\n\nSee this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\nI come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin\nNiggas lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'\n(Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip\nI came to bring it to ya humb-le\nTumb-le all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!\n\noutro\nIt's the Likwid crew\nComin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin your party, jettin out with allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?\n(repeat 2X)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Drunkies (Radio) (Feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Hip Hop Drunkies CDM\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's yo' name?\n  What's yo' naaaaaame?\n  burp My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'mma Alkaholik\n  Yeah me too nigga\n  singin some crazy shit\n\n  You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French\n  But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar\n  I filter out the weak everytime I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)\n  I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client\n  Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n  This nigga poutin, this ho was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n  What? You the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n  Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\n  Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker WHAT!!\n\n  The Ro pimped the flow like a ho, so I should rap on the mack-raphone\n  My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him\n  (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\n  I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block\n  burp I drink more Brewsters than Punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies\n\n  You bithces are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin ho\n  Or in your butthole/earhole\n  Wherever the fuck it goes\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin\n  What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin\n  I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin\n  You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\n  Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)\n\n  Hey sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way\n  At you fuckers...\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra da-llama, bring hahaha\n  Extra extra bring the da-llama\n  a better one, then slice-a-versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Ho don't kick that mumbo jumbo...\n\n  See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\n  I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin\n  Niggas lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip\n  I came to bring it to ya humb-le\n  Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!\n\n  outro\n  It's the Likwid crew\n  Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?\n  (repeat 2X)\n"},{"id":29250003,"name":"Off The Wall","trackName":"Off The Wall","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\nDude, what you got on my forty homey?\nOne two, likwid, likwid, likwid\nWhat you think motherfucker?\nCourse I do - came down\nFuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, get it\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\none: tash\n\nI heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\nThe r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\nSo what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n(cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\nAnd the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\nThey said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\nGood choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\nto make my hair look moist\nJust a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\nIt's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\nThat be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\nIn your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\nKeep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\nCause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\nGold, or double plat\nCatashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\nHorizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\nTo the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\nParty shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\nThat's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\nBut I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\nBlack ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n2x\n\ntwo: j-ro\n\nWho the hell let the dog out the gate?\nReady or not, here I come to set it straight\nCause it's a thin line between love and hate\nSo mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\nCause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\nThey wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\nBut I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\nJust give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\nIt ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\nA three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n(stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\nI turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\nIs it just my imagination, or is my generation\nFascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\nPeace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\nC, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\nI'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n(I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\nYeah, I found love on a two way street\nNow I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\nThis is my message to mc's to make em quiver\nSigned, sealed, delivered\n\nthree: keith murray\n\nI be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\nSo dark you can't overlook me\nNinety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\nI call up tha liks and we drunk em all\nHeavy or small, you drink, forget it\nYou ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\nIt's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\nLyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\nSavage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\nSkill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\nOne of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\nSuperstar status guerilla, still i\nTo this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\nA real hip-hop berzerker\nAt the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\nOriginality you lack\nSo take that move back catch a heart attack\nGet your back up off the wall\n\n4x with variations\n\nFemale: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\nNobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\nI know nobody can beat tha liks\nWe rock you on and on\nNobody beats tha liks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Off The Wall\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Hip Hop Drunkies\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\n  Dude, what you got on my forty homey?\n  One two, likwid, likwid, likwid\n  What you think motherfucker?\n  Course I do - came down\n  Fuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\n  one: tash\n\n  I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\n  The r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\n  So what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n  (cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\n  And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\n  They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\n  Good choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\n  to make my hair look moist\n  Just a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n  'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\n  It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\n  That be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n  'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\n  In your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\n  Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\n  Cause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\n  Gold, or double plat\n  Catashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\n  Horizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\n  To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\n  Party shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\n  That's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\n  But I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\n  Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n  2x\n\n  two: j-ro\n\n  Who the hell let the dog out the gate?\n  Ready or not, here I come to set it straight\n  Cause it's a thin line between love and hate\n  So mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\n  Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\n  They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\n  But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\n  Just give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\n  It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\n  A three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n  (stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\n  I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\n  Is it just my imagination, or is my generation\n  Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\n  Peace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\n  C, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\n  I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n  (I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\n  Yeah, I found love on a two way street\n  Now I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\n  This is my message to mc's to make em quiver\n  Signed, sealed, delivered\n\n  three: keith murray\n\n  I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\n  So dark you can't overlook me\n  Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\n  I call up tha liks and we drunk em all\n  Heavy or small, you drink, forget it\n  You ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\n  It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\n  Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\n  Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\n  Skill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\n  One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\n  Superstar status guerilla, still i\n  To this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\n  A real hip-hop berzerker\n  At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\n  Originality you lack\n  So take that move back catch a heart attack\n  Get your back up off the wall\n\n  4x with variations\n\n  Female: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\n  Nobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\n  I know nobody can beat tha liks\n  We rock you on and on\n  Nobody beats tha liks\n"},{"id":3681847,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies","trackName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Wu-Chronicles","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\nA better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\n  I bomb squads like hank shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n  I drink more Brewster's than punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n  What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n  I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n  You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n  'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta when you hear the\n  (Make room, boom, boom)\n\n  Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  At you fuckers\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  A better one, then slice a versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\n  See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n  I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n  Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n"},{"id":1068788,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies","trackName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name?\nWhat's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard, and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too, nigga (oh)\nYou're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up, though? Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French\nBut it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hang glider, nobody's tighter\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)\nI'm def-da-fyin, you rappin' like my client\nTryna scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is Likwidation from the West\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\nYo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\nThis nigga poutin', this ho was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga rotate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\nWhat? You the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water, let's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your shit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\nNiggas be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker, what?\nThe Ro pimped the flow like a ho\nSo I should rap on the mack-raphone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\nI stomp him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog Scrilla chomp him\n(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson, Holyfield\nYour lyrics are loaners, return 'em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like G's holdin' pistolas\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\nI Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewsters than Punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho\nOr in your butthole\nWherever the fuck it goes\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho\nOr in your earhole\nWherever the fuck it goes\nYeah, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh, what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\nIts the Packtown original be-boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the Pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\nStep outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom, boom)\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\nSo ayo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\nExtra da-llama, bring hahaha\nExtra, extra bring the da-llama\nVerse a better one, then slice-a-versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\nSee this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggas lookin' at me like, \"Tash is up to somethin'\"\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip\nI came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\nIt's the Likwid crew\nComin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew\nSo what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew\nComin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew\nSo what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Drunkies\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's yo' name?\n  What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard, and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too, nigga (oh)\n  You're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up, though? Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French\n  But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hang glider, nobody's tighter\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)\n  I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin' like my client\n  Tryna scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is Likwidation from the West\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n  Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n  This nigga poutin', this ho was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga rotate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n  What? You the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water, let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your shit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\n  Niggas be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker, what?\n  The Ro pimped the flow like a ho\n  So I should rap on the mack-raphone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\n  I stomp him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog Scrilla chomp him\n  (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson, Holyfield\n  Your lyrics are loaners, return 'em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like G's holdin' pistolas\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\n  I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n  I drink more Brewsters than Punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho\n  Or in your butthole\n  Wherever the fuck it goes\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho\n  Or in your earhole\n  Wherever the fuck it goes\n  Yeah, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh, what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n  Its the Packtown original be-boy I'm rappin'\n  What's happenin', so dope got the Pope clappin'\n  I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n  You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n  Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\n  'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom, boom)\n  Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  At you fuckers\n  So ayo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n  Extra da-llama, bring hahaha\n  Extra, extra bring the da-llama\n  Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n  See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\n  I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  Niggas lookin' at me like, \"Tash is up to somethin'\"\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  But I didn't come to trip\n  I came to bring it to ya humble\n  Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n  It's the Likwid crew\n  Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew\n  So what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?\n  It's the Likwid crew\n  Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew\n  So what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?\n"},{"id":1068787,"name":"Hip-Hop Drunkies","trackName":"Hip-Hop Drunkies","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Bar Tab","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\nA better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\nA better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\n  I bomb squads like hank shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n  I drink more Brewster's than punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n  What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n  I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n  You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n  'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta when you hear the\n  (Make room, boom, boom)\n\n  Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  At you fuckers\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  A better one, then slice a versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\n  See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n  I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n  Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n"},{"id":19429118,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies","trackName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Wu‐Chronicles","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\nA better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n[02:08.94] I bomb squads like hank shock\n[02:11.61] Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n[02:14.37] I drink more Brewster's than punky\n[02:16.19] It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n[02:18.89] You bitches are hoes\n[02:20.69] Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n[02:23.32] Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n[02:26.93] Where ever the fuck it goes\n[02:29.68] You bitches are hoes\n[02:31.55] Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n[02:34.24] Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n[02:36.90] Where ever the fuck it goes\n[02:38.79] Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n[02:39.62] No disrespect to any architect\n[02:41.49] Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n[02:43.25] I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n[02:46.82] Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n[02:49.51] Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n[02:51.32] What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n[02:53.19] I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n[02:56.77] You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n[02:58.55] Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n[03:01.24] 'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n[03:03.01] 'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n[03:05.75] So you betta when you hear the\n[03:07.50] (Make room, boom, boom)\n[03:08.48] Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n[03:10.26] That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n[03:12.98] I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n[03:14.74] One on one at your rap seminar\n[03:15.68] Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n[03:17.42] At you fuckers\n[03:18.35] So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n[03:19.26] And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n[03:21.91] I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n[03:24.65] Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n[03:27.35] Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n[03:30.03] Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n[03:30.98] A better one, then slice a versa\n[03:32.74] God acre, massacre murdered\n[03:33.79] Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n[03:36.42] You're just rhyme to survive streets\n[03:38.24] True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n[03:40.08] Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n[03:41.85] True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n[03:44.53] Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n[03:47.23] See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n[03:49.98] I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n[03:52.65] With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n[03:54.45] Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n[03:57.17] (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n[03:58.02] But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n[04:01.61] Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n[04:04.31] Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n[04:07.04] It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n[04:09.76] Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n[04:12.42] So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n[04:15.12] It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n[04:19.63] Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n[04:22.31] So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n[04:25.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Drunkies\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Wu‐Chronicles\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What's yo' name? 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\na better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.34] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.94] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:10.41] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:14.05] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:20.38] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:23.03] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:25.76] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:27.55] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:30.29] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:32.92] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:35.66] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:38.38] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:40.15] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.96] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.80] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:44.67] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:47.43] (Beep)\n[00:48.30] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:50.17] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:52.85] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:55.52] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:57.30] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[01:00.05] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:02.71] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:04.57] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:07.21] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:09.96] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:12.68] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:14.50] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:17.17] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:18.90] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:21.73] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:25.31] My ear can't digest it\n[01:26.21] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:28.98] Let's take it to the land\n[01:29.80] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:31.65] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:32.55] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:35.25] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:38.15] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:40.88] Motherfucker what\n[01:41.82] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:43.62] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:45.43] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:48.18] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:49.93] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:52.60] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:55.32] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:57.13] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:59.88] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[02:02.57] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:04.35] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:07.19] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:09.83] We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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184050\n  end_ms: 186740\n- text: '''Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes'\n  start_ms: 186740\n  end_ms: 189400\n- text: So you betta when you hear the\n  start_ms: 189400\n  end_ms: 191390\n- text: (Make room, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 191390\n  end_ms: 192220\n- text: Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  start_ms: 192220\n  end_ms: 194080\n- text: That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  start_ms: 194080\n  end_ms: 195850\n- text: I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  start_ms: 195850\n  end_ms: 198520\n- text: One on one at your rap seminar\n  start_ms: 198520\n  end_ms: 199410\n- text: Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  start_ms: 199410\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: At you fuckers\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 202190\n- text: So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  start_ms: 202190\n  end_ms: 203970\n- text: And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n  start_ms: 203970\n  end_ms: 206650\n- text: I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  start_ms: 206650\n  end_ms: 209340\n- text: Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n  start_ms: 209340\n  end_ms: 212010\n- text: Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  start_ms: 212010\n  end_ms: 213850\n- text: Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  start_ms: 213850\n  end_ms: 214700\n- text: a better one, then slice a versa\n  start_ms: 214700\n  end_ms: 216580\n- text: God acre, massacre murdered\n  start_ms: 216580\n  end_ms: 218360\n- text: Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n  start_ms: 218360\n  end_ms: 221080\n- text: You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  start_ms: 221080\n  end_ms: 221940\n- text: True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  start_ms: 221940\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 227320\n- text: True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  start_ms: 227320\n  end_ms: 229250\n- text: Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n  start_ms: 229250\n  end_ms: 231060\n- text: See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n  start_ms: 231060\n  end_ms: 234610\n- text: I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  start_ms: 234610\n  end_ms: 236450\n- text: With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  start_ms: 236450\n  end_ms: 239150\n- text: Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n  start_ms: 239150\n  end_ms: 241830\n- text: (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  start_ms: 241830\n  end_ms: 244580\n- text: But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n  start_ms: 244580\n  end_ms: 246340\n- text: Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  start_ms: 246340\n  end_ms: 249090\n- text: Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n  start_ms: 249090\n  end_ms: 251720\n- text: It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  start_ms: 251720\n  end_ms: 254440\n- text: Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  start_ms: 254440\n  end_ms: 257190\n- text: So what y'all new, niggaz think you 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\n  I bomb squads like hank shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n  I drink more Brewster's than punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n  What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n  I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n  You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n  'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta when you hear the\n  (Make room, boom, boom)\n\n  Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  At you fuckers\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  a better one, then slice a versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\n  See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n  I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n  Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n"},{"id":24768488,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies","trackName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Daaam!","duration":276.532245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\nA better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\na better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n[02:08.94] I bomb squads like hank shock\n[02:11.61] Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n[02:14.37] I drink more Brewster's than punky\n[02:16.19] It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n[02:18.89] You bitches are hoes\n[02:20.69] Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n[02:23.32] Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n[02:26.93] Where ever the fuck it goes\n[02:29.68] You bitches are hoes\n[02:31.55] Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n[02:34.24] Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n[02:36.90] Where ever the fuck it goes\n[02:38.79] Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n[02:39.62] No disrespect to any architect\n[02:41.49] Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n[02:43.25] I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n[02:46.82] Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n[02:49.51] Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n[02:51.32] What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n[02:53.19] I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n[02:56.77] You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n[02:58.55] Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n[03:01.24] 'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n[03:03.01] 'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n[03:05.75] So you betta when you hear the\n[03:07.50] (Make room, boom, boom)\n[03:08.48] Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n[03:10.26] That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n[03:12.98] I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n[03:14.74] One on one at your rap seminar\n[03:15.68] Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n[03:17.42] At you fuckers\n[03:18.35] So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n[03:19.26] And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n[03:21.91] I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n[03:24.65] Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n[03:27.35] Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n[03:30.03] Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n[03:30.98] a better one, then slice a versa\n[03:32.74] God acre, massacre murdered\n[03:33.79] Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n[03:36.42] You're just rhyme to survive streets\n[03:38.24] True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n[03:40.08] Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n[03:41.85] True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n[03:44.53] Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n[03:47.23] See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n[03:49.98] I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n[03:52.65] With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n[03:54.45] Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n[03:57.17] (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n[03:58.02] But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n[04:01.61] Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n[04:04.31] Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n[04:07.04] It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n[04:09.76] Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n[04:12.42] So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n[04:15.12] It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n[04:19.63] Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n[04:22.31] So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n[04:25.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Drunkies\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Rapper’s Paradise IV\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What's yo' name? 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\n  I bomb squads like hank shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n  I drink more Brewster's than punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n  What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n  I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n  You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n  'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta when you hear the\n  (Make room, boom, boom)\n\n  Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  At you fuckers\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  a better one, then slice a versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\n  See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n  I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n  Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n"},{"id":9784220,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies","trackName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Wu‐Chronicles","duration":294.0933333333333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\na better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\n  I bomb squads like hank shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n  I drink more Brewster's than punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n  What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n  I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n  You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n  'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta when you hear the\n  (Make room, boom, boom)\n\n  Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  At you fuckers\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  a better one, then slice a versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\n  See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n  I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n  Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n"},{"id":36603986,"name":"Hip Hop Drunkies","trackName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat ODB","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\na better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n[02:08.94] I bomb squads like hank shock\n[02:11.61] Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n[02:14.37] I drink more Brewster's than punky\n[02:16.19] It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n[02:18.89] You bitches are hoes\n[02:20.69] Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n[02:23.32] Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n[02:26.93] Where ever the fuck it goes\n[02:29.68] You bitches are hoes\n[02:31.55] Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n[02:34.24] Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n[02:36.90] Where ever the fuck it goes\n[02:38.79] Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n[02:39.62] No disrespect to any architect\n[02:41.49] Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n[02:43.25] I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n[02:46.82] Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n[02:49.51] Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n[02:51.32] What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n[02:53.19] I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n[02:56.77] You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n[02:58.55] Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n[03:01.24] 'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n[03:03.01] 'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n[03:05.75] So you betta when you hear the\n[03:07.50] (Make room, boom, boom)\n[03:08.48] Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n[03:10.26] That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n[03:12.98] I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n[03:14.74] One on one at your rap seminar\n[03:15.68] Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n[03:17.42] At you fuckers\n[03:18.35] So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n[03:19.26] And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n[03:21.91] I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n[03:24.65] Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n[03:27.35] Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n[03:30.03] Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n[03:30.98] a better one, then slice a versa\n[03:32.74] God acre, massacre murdered\n[03:33.79] Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n[03:36.42] You're just rhyme to survive streets\n[03:38.24] True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n[03:40.08] Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n[03:41.85] True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n[03:44.53] Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n[03:47.23] See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n[03:49.98] I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n[03:52.65] With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n[03:54.45] Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n[03:57.17] (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n[03:58.02] But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n[04:01.61] Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n[04:04.31] Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n[04:07.04] It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n[04:09.76] Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n[04:12.42] So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n[04:15.12] It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n[04:19.63] Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n[04:22.31] So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n[04:25.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Drunkies\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat ODB\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What's yo' name? 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\na better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] What's yo' name? What's yo' name?\n[00:05.30] My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n[00:08.97] Yeah, me too nigga\n[00:09.83] You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n[00:18.81] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:21.67] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:23.45] While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:26.12] But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n[00:28.80] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:30.65] 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n[00:33.31] My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n[00:36.07] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:38.72] So I know the three words sound familiar\n[00:41.46] (Tash will kill ya)\n[00:42.38] I filter out the weak every time I speak\n[00:43.29] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n[00:45.97] (Beep)\n[00:46.80] I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n[00:47.73] Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:50.41] Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n[00:53.11] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:55.88] Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n[00:57.60] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:00.35] 'Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:02.15] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:04.85] This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n[01:07.56] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:09.38] Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n[01:12.02] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:14.72] What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:17.43] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:19.28] Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:21.93] My ear can't digest it\n[01:23.80] Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n[01:26.52] Let's take it to the land\n[01:28.33] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n[01:29.28] Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n[01:31.07] Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n[01:32.85] When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n[01:35.59] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:38.23] Motherfucker what\n[01:40.07] The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n[01:40.96] So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n[01:42.75] My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:45.43] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:47.25] Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n[01:49.94] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:51.70] When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n[01:54.46] I feels it's all about skills\n[01:56.37] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n[01:59.01] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:01.78] My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n[02:04.45] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:07.11] We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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201910\n  end_ms: 204650\n- text: Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n  start_ms: 204650\n  end_ms: 207350\n- text: Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  start_ms: 207350\n  end_ms: 210030\n- text: Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  start_ms: 210030\n  end_ms: 210980\n- text: a better one, then slice a versa\n  start_ms: 210980\n  end_ms: 212740\n- text: God acre, massacre murdered\n  start_ms: 212740\n  end_ms: 213790\n- text: Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n  start_ms: 213790\n  end_ms: 216420\n- text: You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  start_ms: 216420\n  end_ms: 218240\n- text: True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  start_ms: 218240\n  end_ms: 220080\n- text: Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  start_ms: 220080\n  end_ms: 221850\n- text: True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  start_ms: 221850\n  end_ms: 224530\n- text: Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n  start_ms: 224530\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: See this the type 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\n  I bomb squads like hank shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\n  I drink more Brewster's than punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  You bitches are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\n  Or in your butt hole, ear hole\n  Where ever the fuck it goes\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\n  What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\n  I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\n  You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n  'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta when you hear the\n  (Make room, boom, boom)\n\n  Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way\n  At you fuckers\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\n  Extra extra bring the Da-Llama\n  a better one, then slice a versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\n  See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\n  I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\n  Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled)\n  But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\n  Tumble all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n  It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\n"},{"id":23110942,"name":"Hip-Hop Drunkies ft. 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What's yo' name?\nMy name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\nYeah, me too nigga\n\nYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\nBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words sound familiar\n(Tash will kill ya)\nI filter out the weak every time I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n(Beep)\n\nI'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\nTryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBe quiet, this is likwidation from the west\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n'Cause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\nThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\nWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\n\nStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\nLet's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit\nMr. Tiny Tim Man\n\nNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker what\n\nThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe\nSo I should rap on the mack rap hone\nMy rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\nI feels it's all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can fight the power like this was P.E. Class\n\nI bomb squads like hank shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block\nI drink more Brewster's than punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYou bitches are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe\nOr in your butt hole, ear hole\nWhere ever the fuck it goes\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'\nWhat's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'\nI'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'\nYou trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face\n'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta when you hear the\n(Make room, boom, boom)\n\nHey, sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the hard way, three's the hard way\nAt you fuckers\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya, yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha\nExtra extra bring the Da-Llama\na better one, then slice a versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo\n\nSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home\nI come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'\nNiggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'\n\n(Get drunk and I stumbled)\nBut I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble\nTumble all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man\n\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?\nIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip-Hop Drunkies ft. 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What's yo' name?\n  My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik\n  Yeah, me too nigga\n\n  You're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French\n\n  But it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighter\n\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words sound familiar\n  (Tash will kill ya)\n  I filter out the weak every time I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go\n  (Beep)\n\n  I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client\n  Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  'Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n\n  This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n\n  What, you the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n\n  Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water\n  Let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit\n  Mr. Tiny Tim Man\n\n  Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker what\n\n  The ro pimped the flow like a hoe\n  So I should rap on the mack rap hone\n  My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft\n\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him\n  I feels it's all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy field\n\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can fight the power like this was P.E. 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Shaolin Masters","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's yo' name?\nWhat's yo' naaaaaame?\nburp My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'mma Alkaholik\nYeah me too nigga\nsingin some crazy shit\n\nYou're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone\nI see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\nWhat's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\nWhile I'm leavin niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French\nBut it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath\nTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\nCause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide\nMy drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter\nThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\nSo I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar\nI filter out the weak everytime I speak\nI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)\nI'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client\nTryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\nBE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West\nMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\nYo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\nI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\nCause she thought she was fine\nShe winked at me, I thought it was fine\nThis nigga poutin, this ho was mine\nI had the alcohol in me, took my time\nLet a nigga ro-tate turn on the table\nPut in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\nWhat? You the king in the chair on my ground\nThe Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\nScavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\nMy ear can't digest it\nStop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land\nSo I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\nNiggas be creepin up my beanstalk\nWhen I start to come down on your fuckin asses\nTry to chip shit on up, get these nuts\nMotherfucker WHAT!!\n\nThe Ro pimped the flow like a ho, so I should rap on the mack-raphone\nMy rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone\nI divide square MC's like math\nBend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\nI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\nWhen he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him\n(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\nThe outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield\nYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\nMy style is wild, like G's or the pistolas\nNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\nWe can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\nI Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\nPeace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block\nburp I drink more Brewsters than Punky\nIt's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies\n\nYou bithces are hoes\nPut it in ya like my motherfuckin ho\nOr in your butthole/earhole\nWherever the fuck it goes\n(repeat 2X)\n\nYeah, yo, yo, yo\nNo disrespect to any architect\nWho tried to perfect, oh what the heck\nI'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\nRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\nIts the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin\nWhat's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin\nI'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin\nYou trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in\n\nStep outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\nCause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\nCause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\nSo you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)\n\nHey sugar plum, how can you assume\nThat the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\nI'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\nOne on one at your rap seminar\nBeware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way\nAt you fuckers...\n\nSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\nAnd my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\nI don't rap fast, I love green grass\nNuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\nExtra da-llama, bring hahaha\nExtra extra bring the da-llama\na better one, then slice-a-versa\nGod acre, massacre murdered\nAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\nYou're just rhyme to survive streets\nLike the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\nTrue God but my dick is my lightning rob\nHo don't kick that mumbo jumbo...\n\nSee this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\nI come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\nWith the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin\nNiggas lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'\n(Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip\nI came to bring it to ya humb-le\nTumb-le all your plots and all your plans\nOl Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!\n\noutro\nIt's the Likwid crew\nComin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\nPassin your party, jettin out with allt he brew\nSo what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?\n(repeat 2X)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] What's yo' name?\n[00:03.74] What's yo' naaaaaame?\n[00:07.30] burp My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'mma Alkaholik\n[00:10.08] Yeah me too nigga\n[00:19.17] singin some crazy shit\n[00:20.92] You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone\n[00:22.73] I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n[00:24.52] What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n[00:25.41] While I'm leavin niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French\n[00:28.19] But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath\n[00:30.01] Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n[00:32.73] Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide\n[00:35.47] My drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter\n[00:37.25] Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n[00:39.92] So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar\n[00:42.62] I filter out the weak everytime I speak\n[00:44.58] I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)\n[00:47.29] I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client\n[00:49.90] Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n[00:52.63] BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West\n[00:55.36] Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n[00:58.16] Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\n[00:59.99] I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n[01:02.62] Cause she thought she was fine\n[01:04.48] She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n[01:08.09] This nigga poutin, this ho was mine\n[01:09.86] I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n[01:12.63] Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table\n[01:14.43] Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n[01:17.14] What? You the king in the chair on my ground\n[01:19.87] The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n[01:22.55] Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\n[01:25.39] My ear can't digest it\n[01:26.28] Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land\n[01:29.83] So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\n[01:33.46] Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk\n[01:35.20] When I start to come down on your fuckin asses\n[01:38.07] Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n[01:40.78] Motherfucker WHAT!!\n[01:44.31] The Ro pimped the flow like a ho, so I should rap on the mack-raphone\n[01:46.17] My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone\n[01:47.90] I divide square MC's like math\n[01:49.75] Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\n[01:52.54] I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n[01:55.25] When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him\n[01:57.97] (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\n[01:59.77] The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield\n[02:02.44] Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n[02:05.17] My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas\n[02:07.07] No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n[02:09.78] We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\n[02:12.43] I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\n[02:15.13] Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block\n[02:17.88] burp I drink more Brewsters than Punky\n[02:20.66] It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies\n[02:22.42] You bithces are hoes\n[02:25.17] Put it in ya like my motherfuckin ho\n[02:26.92] Or in your butthole/earhole\n[02:29.66] Wherever the fuck it goes\n[02:31.40] (repeat 2X)\n[02:43.27] Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n[02:44.13] No disrespect to any architect\n[02:45.06] Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n[02:46.86] I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n[02:50.51] Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n[02:54.19] Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin\n[02:55.03] What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin\n[02:57.72] I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin\n[02:59.57] You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in\n[03:02.22] Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\n[03:05.03] Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n[03:06.84] Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n[03:09.53] So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)\n[03:12.29] Hey sugar plum, how can you assume\n[03:14.09] That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n[03:15.89] I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n[03:18.66] One on one at your rap seminar\n[03:20.46] Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way\n[03:22.23] At you fuckers...\n[03:23.14] So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n[03:24.04] And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\n[03:26.72] I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n[03:29.47] Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n[03:32.18] Extra da-llama, bring hahaha\n[03:34.00] Extra extra bring the da-llama\n[03:35.84] a better one, then slice-a-versa\n[03:36.70] God acre, massacre murdered\n[03:38.57] Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n[03:40.36] You're just rhyme to survive streets\n[03:43.07] Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n[03:46.67] True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n[03:49.43] Ho don't kick that mumbo jumbo...\n[03:52.10] See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\n[03:53.93] I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n[03:56.60] With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin\n[03:59.32] Niggas lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'\n[04:02.13] (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip\n[04:05.74] I came to bring it to ya humb-le\n[04:06.64] Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans\n[04:09.41] Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!\n[04:11.26] outro\n[04:12.18] It's the Likwid crew\n[04:13.06] Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n[04:14.89] Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew\n[04:17.57] So what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?\n[04:20.25] (repeat 2X)\n[04:36.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Drunkies\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks; Ol' Dirty Bastard\n  album: Wu Tang Vs. 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This is Likwidation from the West\n  start_ms: 52630\n  end_ms: 55360\n- text: Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n  start_ms: 55360\n  end_ms: 58160\n- text: Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\n  start_ms: 58160\n  end_ms: 59990\n- text: I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  start_ms: 59990\n  end_ms: 62620\n- text: Cause she thought she was fine\n  start_ms: 62620\n  end_ms: 64480\n- text: She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n  start_ms: 64480\n  end_ms: 68090\n- text: This nigga poutin, this ho was mine\n  start_ms: 68090\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72630\n- text: Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table\n  start_ms: 72630\n  end_ms: 74430\n- text: Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n  start_ms: 74430\n  end_ms: 77140\n- text: What? You the king in the chair on my ground\n  start_ms: 77140\n  end_ms: 79870\n- text: The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  start_ms: 79870\n  end_ms: 82550\n- text: Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  start_ms: 82550\n  end_ms: 85390\n- text: My ear can't digest it\n  start_ms: 85390\n  end_ms: 86280\n- text: Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land\n  start_ms: 86280\n  end_ms: 89830\n- text: So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\n  start_ms: 89830\n  end_ms: 93460\n- text: Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk\n  start_ms: 93460\n  end_ms: 95200\n- text: When I start to come down on your fuckin asses\n  start_ms: 95200\n  end_ms: 98070\n- text: Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  start_ms: 98070\n  end_ms: 100780\n- text: Motherfucker WHAT!!\n  start_ms: 100780\n  end_ms: 104310\n- text: The Ro pimped the flow like a ho, so I should rap on the mack-raphone\n  start_ms: 104310\n  end_ms: 106170\n- text: My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone\n  start_ms: 106170\n  end_ms: 107900\n- text: I divide square MC's like math\n  start_ms: 107900\n  end_ms: 109750\n- text: Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\n  start_ms: 109750\n  end_ms: 112540\n- text: I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  start_ms: 112540\n  end_ms: 115250\n- text: When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him\n  start_ms: 115250\n  end_ms: 117970\n- text: (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\n  start_ms: 117970\n  end_ms: 119770\n- text: The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield\n  start_ms: 119770\n  end_ms: 122440\n- text: Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  start_ms: 122440\n  end_ms: 125170\n- text: My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas\n  start_ms: 125170\n  end_ms: 127070\n- text: No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  start_ms: 127070\n  end_ms: 129780\n- text: We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\n  start_ms: 129780\n  end_ms: 132430\n- text: I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\n  start_ms: 132430\n  end_ms: 135130\n- text: Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block\n  start_ms: 135130\n  end_ms: 137880\n- text: burp I drink more Brewsters than Punky\n  start_ms: 137880\n  end_ms: 140660\n- text: It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies\n  start_ms: 140660\n  end_ms: 142420\n- text: You bithces are hoes\n  start_ms: 142420\n  end_ms: 145170\n- text: Put it in ya like my motherfuckin ho\n  start_ms: 145170\n  end_ms: 146920\n- text: Or in your butthole/earhole\n  start_ms: 146920\n  end_ms: 149660\n- text: Wherever the fuck it goes\n  start_ms: 149660\n  end_ms: 151400\n- text: (repeat 2X)\n  start_ms: 151400\n  end_ms: 163270\n- text: Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  start_ms: 163270\n  end_ms: 164130\n- text: No disrespect to any architect\n  start_ms: 164130\n  end_ms: 165060\n- text: Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  start_ms: 165060\n  end_ms: 166860\n- text: I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  start_ms: 166860\n  end_ms: 170510\n- text: Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n  start_ms: 170510\n  end_ms: 174190\n- text: Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin\n  start_ms: 174190\n  end_ms: 175030\n- text: What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin\n  start_ms: 175030\n  end_ms: 177720\n- text: I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin\n  start_ms: 177720\n  end_ms: 179570\n- text: You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in\n  start_ms: 179570\n  end_ms: 182220\n- text: Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\n  start_ms: 182220\n  end_ms: 185030\n- text: Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  start_ms: 185030\n  end_ms: 186840\n- text: Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  start_ms: 186840\n  end_ms: 189530\n- text: So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)\n  start_ms: 189530\n  end_ms: 192290\n- text: Hey sugar plum, how can you assume\n  start_ms: 192290\n  end_ms: 194090\n- text: That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  start_ms: 194090\n  end_ms: 195890\n- text: I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  start_ms: 195890\n  end_ms: 198660\n- text: One on one at your rap seminar\n  start_ms: 198660\n  end_ms: 200460\n- text: Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way\n  start_ms: 200460\n  end_ms: 202230\n- text: At you fuckers...\n  start_ms: 202230\n  end_ms: 203140\n- text: So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  start_ms: 203140\n  end_ms: 204040\n- text: And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\n  start_ms: 204040\n  end_ms: 206720\n- text: I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  start_ms: 206720\n  end_ms: 209470\n- text: Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n  start_ms: 209470\n  end_ms: 212180\n- text: Extra da-llama, bring hahaha\n  start_ms: 212180\n  end_ms: 214000\n- text: Extra extra bring the da-llama\n  start_ms: 214000\n  end_ms: 215840\n- text: a better one, then slice-a-versa\n  start_ms: 215840\n  end_ms: 216700\n- text: God acre, massacre murdered\n  start_ms: 216700\n  end_ms: 218570\n- text: Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n  start_ms: 218570\n  end_ms: 220360\n- text: You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  start_ms: 220360\n  end_ms: 223070\n- text: Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  start_ms: 223070\n  end_ms: 226670\n- text: True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  start_ms: 226670\n  end_ms: 229430\n- text: Ho don't kick that mumbo jumbo...\n  start_ms: 229430\n  end_ms: 232100\n- text: See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\n  start_ms: 232100\n  end_ms: 233930\n- text: I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  start_ms: 233930\n  end_ms: 236600\n- text: With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin\n  start_ms: 236600\n  end_ms: 239320\n- text: Niggas lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'\n  start_ms: 239320\n  end_ms: 242130\n- text: (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip\n  start_ms: 242130\n  end_ms: 245740\n- text: I came to bring it to ya humb-le\n  start_ms: 245740\n  end_ms: 246640\n- text: Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans\n  start_ms: 246640\n  end_ms: 249410\n- text: Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!\n  start_ms: 249410\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: outro\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 252180\n- text: It's the Likwid crew\n  start_ms: 252180\n  end_ms: 253060\n- text: Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  start_ms: 253060\n  end_ms: 254890\n- text: Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew\n  start_ms: 254890\n  end_ms: 257570\n- text: So what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?\n  start_ms: 257570\n  end_ms: 260250\n- text: (repeat 2X)\n  start_ms: 260250\n  end_ms: 276680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 276680\nplain: |-\n  What's yo' name?\n  What's yo' naaaaaame?\n  burp My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'mma Alkaholik\n  Yeah me too nigga\n  singin some crazy shit\n\n  You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone\n  I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on\n  What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch\n  While I'm leavin niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French\n  But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath\n  Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth\n  Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide\n  My drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter\n  Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya\n  So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar\n  I filter out the weak everytime I speak\n  I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)\n  I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client\n  Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant\n  BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West\n  Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest\n\n  Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine\n  I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine\n  Cause she thought she was fine\n  She winked at me, I thought it was fine\n  This nigga poutin, this ho was mine\n  I had the alcohol in me, took my time\n  Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table\n  Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego\n  What? You the king in the chair on my ground\n  The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round\n  Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit\n  My ear can't digest it\n  Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land\n  So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man\n  Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk\n  When I start to come down on your fuckin asses\n  Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts\n  Motherfucker WHAT!!\n\n  The Ro pimped the flow like a ho, so I should rap on the mack-raphone\n  My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone\n  I divide square MC's like math\n  Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft\n  I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum\n  When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him\n  (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills\n  The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield\n  Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners\n  My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas\n  No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask\n  We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class\n  I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock\n  Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block\n  burp I drink more Brewsters than Punky\n  It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies\n\n  You bithces are hoes\n  Put it in ya like my motherfuckin ho\n  Or in your butthole/earhole\n  Wherever the fuck it goes\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  Yeah, yo, yo, yo\n  No disrespect to any architect\n  Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck\n  I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector\n  Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector\n\n  Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin\n  What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin\n  I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin\n  You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in\n\n  Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face\n  Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space\n  Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes\n  So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)\n\n  Hey sugar plum, how can you assume\n  That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune\n  I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler\n  One on one at your rap seminar\n  Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way\n  At you fuckers...\n\n  So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro\n  And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo\n  I don't rap fast, I love green grass\n  Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass\n\n  Extra da-llama, bring hahaha\n  Extra extra bring the da-llama\n  a better one, then slice-a-versa\n  God acre, massacre murdered\n  Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel\n  You're just rhyme to survive streets\n  Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic\n  True God but my dick is my lightning rob\n  Ho don't kick that mumbo jumbo...\n\n  See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home\n  I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne\n  With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin\n  Niggas lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'\n  (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip\n  I came to bring it to ya humb-le\n  Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans\n  Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!\n\n  outro\n  It's the Likwid crew\n  Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu\n  Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew\n  So what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?\n  (repeat 2X)\n"}]