[{"id":29939799,"name":"Likwit","trackName":"Likwit","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Top 680 Hip-Hop Songs of All Time","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: tash\n\nI hang mc's with my noose, watch me get loose\nThe nigga flippin more styles than snapple got juice\nCause i'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky\nThan a niggy pickin his afro and i left the skin not stinky\nThe freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle\n\nKickin it with my homie like lamont do with rollo\nLive at the apollo, they still couldn't do it\nCause even in new york the crew be buzzin off the fluid\nSo testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]\nToo much olde e will make you pee\nAs you can see i'm the alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey\nGet with the clippers never nappy like misty\nI didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas\nTha alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters\nGots to roll deep like ants at a picnic\nGet with the crew that's flowin like likwit\n\nVerse two: j-ro\n\nEvery night i pray to god please, no more wack mc's\nI catch a few z's, wake up and bust these\nI get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie\nCause they know i'm packin more shit than bandini\nThe freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins\nE-swift does the mixin, pockets fat like rickie nixon\n[ain't no party like a alkaholik party]\nSo don't be a nitwit, get with the likwit\n[ah yeah, ah yeah] yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder\nOne two one two yeah just like that, yo\nYo, [flowin like likwit]\nAhh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like likwit\nOwwwwww, king tee\n\nVerse three: king tee\n\nHere comes the lik, or should i say likwit\nAs i gets funky on a track that my nigga e-swift did\nRollin with the alkaholik group, call me trooper\nRun of the mill skills got your neck in the noose\nBut hey, i be the k-i-n-g tee for short\nBig ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport\nWicked when i kick it, yeah that's the ticket\nTossin up a forty still buzzin off the likwit\n\nVerse four: j-ro\n\nYou ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup\nSo niggy won't you just shut the [hold up]\nThe girls call me dookie man cause i'm the shit can't you smell son\nI gots more freaks than prince rogers nelson\nI can't be stopped i got hip-hop wreckin powers\nI gotta say what's up to my buddy ricky flowers\nWe got that likwit funk, we get drunk with the\n... [hell motherfuckin yeah]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.42] Verse one: tash\n[00:13.93] I hang mc's with my noose, watch me get loose\n[00:16.13] The nigga flippin more styles than snapple got juice\n[00:18.51] Cause i'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky\n[00:21.19] Than a niggy pickin his afro and i left the skin not stinky\n[00:23.91] The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle\n[00:26.23] Kickin it with my homie like lamont do with rollo\n[00:28.77] Live at the apollo, they still couldn't do it\n[00:31.15] Cause even in new york the crew be buzzin off the fluid\n[00:33.73] So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]\n[00:36.82] Too much olde e will make you pee\n[00:38.88] As you can see i'm the alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey\n[00:41.29] Get with the clippers never nappy like misty\n[00:43.80] I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas\n[00:46.43] Tha alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters\n[00:48.86] Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic\n[00:51.26] Get with the crew that's flowin like likwit\n[00:54.19] Verse two: j-ro\n[01:03.82] Every night i pray to god please, no more wack mc's\n[01:06.18] I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these\n[01:08.58] I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie\n[01:11.26] Cause they know i'm packin more shit than bandini\n[01:13.73] The freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins\n[01:16.13] E-swift does the mixin, pockets fat like rickie nixon\n[01:18.74] [ain't no party like a alkaholik party]\n[01:21.28] So don't be a nitwit, get with the likwit\n[01:24.05] [ah yeah, ah yeah] yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder\n[01:29.19] One two one two yeah just like that, yo\n[01:31.48] Yo, [flowin like likwit]\n[01:33.93] Ahh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like likwit\n[01:39.76] Owwwwww, king tee\n[01:43.10] Verse three: king tee\n[01:43.97] Here comes the lik, or should i say likwit\n[01:45.98] As i gets funky on a track that my nigga e-swift did\n[01:49.01] Rollin with the alkaholik group, call me trooper\n[01:51.47] Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose\n[01:53.90] But hey, i be the k-i-n-g tee for short\n[01:56.65] Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport\n[01:59.04] Wicked when i kick it, yeah that's the ticket\n[02:01.45] Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the likwit\n[02:03.77] Verse four: j-ro\n[02:14.17] You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup\n[02:16.34] So niggy won't you just shut the [hold up]\n[02:19.37] The girls call me dookie man cause i'm the shit can't you smell son\n[02:21.97] I gots more freaks than prince rogers nelson\n[02:24.28] I can't be stopped i got hip-hop wreckin powers\n[02:26.63] I gotta say what's up to my buddy ricky flowers\n[02:28.83] We got that likwit funk, we get drunk with the\n[02:31.48] ... [hell motherfuckin yeah]\n[03:19.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit\n artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n album: Top 680 Hip-Hop Songs of All Time\n duration_ms: 207000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: tash'\n start_ms: 1420\n end_ms: 13930\n- text: I hang mc's with my noose, watch me get loose\n start_ms: 13930\n end_ms: 16130\n- text: The nigga flippin more styles than snapple got juice\n start_ms: 16130\n end_ms: 18510\n- text: Cause i'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky\n start_ms: 18510\n end_ms: 21190\n- text: Than a niggy pickin his afro and i left the skin not stinky\n start_ms: 21190\n end_ms: 23910\n- text: The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle\n start_ms: 23910\n end_ms: 26230\n- text: Kickin it with my homie like lamont do with rollo\n start_ms: 26230\n end_ms: 28770\n- text: Live at the apollo, they still couldn't do it\n start_ms: 28770\n end_ms: 31150\n- text: Cause even in new york the crew be buzzin off the fluid\n start_ms: 31150\n end_ms: 33730\n- text: So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]\n start_ms: 33730\n end_ms: 36820\n- text: Too much olde e will make you pee\n start_ms: 36820\n end_ms: 38880\n- text: As you can see i'm the alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey\n start_ms: 38880\n end_ms: 41290\n- text: Get with the clippers never nappy like misty\n start_ms: 41290\n end_ms: 43800\n- text: I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas\n start_ms: 43800\n end_ms: 46430\n- text: Tha alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters\n start_ms: 46430\n end_ms: 48860\n- text: Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic\n start_ms: 48860\n end_ms: 51260\n- text: Get with the crew that's flowin like likwit\n start_ms: 51260\n end_ms: 54190\n- text: 'Verse two: j-ro'\n start_ms: 54190\n end_ms: 63820\n- text: Every night i pray to god please, no more wack mc's\n start_ms: 63820\n end_ms: 66180\n- text: I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these\n start_ms: 66180\n end_ms: 68580\n- text: I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie\n start_ms: 68580\n end_ms: 71260\n- text: Cause they know i'm packin more shit than bandini\n start_ms: 71260\n end_ms: 73730\n- text: The freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins\n start_ms: 73730\n end_ms: 76130\n- text: E-swift does the mixin, pockets fat like rickie nixon\n start_ms: 76130\n end_ms: 78740\n- text: '[ain''t no party like a alkaholik party]'\n start_ms: 78740\n end_ms: 81280\n- text: So don't be a nitwit, get with the likwit\n start_ms: 81280\n end_ms: 84050\n- text: '[ah yeah, ah yeah] yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder'\n start_ms: 84050\n end_ms: 89190\n- text: One two one two yeah just like that, yo\n start_ms: 89190\n end_ms: 91480\n- text: Yo, [flowin like likwit]\n start_ms: 91480\n end_ms: 93930\n- text: Ahh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like likwit\n start_ms: 93930\n end_ms: 99760\n- text: Owwwwww, king tee\n start_ms: 99760\n end_ms: 103100\n- text: 'Verse three: king tee'\n start_ms: 103100\n end_ms: 103970\n- text: Here comes the lik, or should i say likwit\n start_ms: 103970\n end_ms: 105980\n- text: As i gets funky on a track that my nigga e-swift did\n start_ms: 105980\n end_ms: 109010\n- text: Rollin with the alkaholik group, call me trooper\n start_ms: 109010\n end_ms: 111470\n- text: Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose\n start_ms: 111470\n end_ms: 113900\n- text: But hey, i be the k-i-n-g tee for short\n start_ms: 113900\n end_ms: 116650\n- text: Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport\n start_ms: 116650\n end_ms: 119040\n- text: Wicked when i kick it, yeah that's the ticket\n start_ms: 119040\n end_ms: 121450\n- text: Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the likwit\n start_ms: 121450\n end_ms: 123770\n- text: 'Verse four: j-ro'\n start_ms: 123770\n end_ms: 134170\n- text: You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup\n start_ms: 134170\n end_ms: 136340\n- text: So niggy won't you just shut the [hold up]\n start_ms: 136340\n end_ms: 139370\n- text: The girls call me dookie man cause i'm the shit can't you smell son\n start_ms: 139370\n end_ms: 141970\n- text: I gots more freaks than prince rogers nelson\n start_ms: 141970\n end_ms: 144280\n- text: I can't be stopped i got hip-hop wreckin powers\n start_ms: 144280\n end_ms: 146630\n- text: I gotta say what's up to my buddy ricky flowers\n start_ms: 146630\n end_ms: 148830\n- text: We got that likwit funk, we get drunk with the\n start_ms: 148830\n end_ms: 151480\n- text: '... [hell motherfuckin yeah]'\n start_ms: 151480\n end_ms: 199160\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 199160\nplain: |-\n Verse one: tash\n\n I hang mc's with my noose, watch me get loose\n The nigga flippin more styles than snapple got juice\n Cause i'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky\n Than a niggy pickin his afro and i left the skin not stinky\n The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle\n\n Kickin it with my homie like lamont do with rollo\n Live at the apollo, they still couldn't do it\n Cause even in new york the crew be buzzin off the fluid\n So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]\n Too much olde e will make you pee\n As you can see i'm the alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey\n Get with the clippers never nappy like misty\n I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas\n Tha alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters\n Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic\n Get with the crew that's flowin like likwit\n\n Verse two: j-ro\n\n Every night i pray to god please, no more wack mc's\n I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these\n I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie\n Cause they know i'm packin more shit than bandini\n The freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins\n E-swift does the mixin, pockets fat like rickie nixon\n [ain't no party like a alkaholik party]\n So don't be a nitwit, get with the likwit\n [ah yeah, ah yeah] yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder\n One two one two yeah just like that, yo\n Yo, [flowin like likwit]\n Ahh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like likwit\n Owwwwww, king tee\n\n Verse three: king tee\n\n Here comes the lik, or should i say likwit\n As i gets funky on a track that my nigga e-swift did\n Rollin with the alkaholik group, call me trooper\n Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose\n But hey, i be the k-i-n-g tee for short\n Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport\n Wicked when i kick it, yeah that's the ticket\n Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the likwit\n\n Verse four: j-ro\n\n You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup\n So niggy won't you just shut the [hold up]\n The girls call me dookie man cause i'm the shit can't you smell son\n I gots more freaks than prince rogers nelson\n I can't be stopped i got hip-hop wreckin powers\n I gotta say what's up to my buddy ricky flowers\n We got that likwit funk, we get drunk with the\n ... [hell motherfuckin yeah]\n"},{"id":10270854,"name":"Likwit","trackName":"Likwit","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: tash\n\nI hang mc's with my noose, watch me get loose\nThe nigga flippin more styles than snapple got juice\nCause i'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky\nThan a niggy pickin his afro and i left the skin not stinky\nThe freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle\n\nKickin it with my homie like lamont do with rollo\nLive at the apollo, they still couldn't do it\nCause even in new york the crew be buzzin off the fluid\nSo testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]\nToo much olde e will make you pee\nAs you can see i'm the alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey\nGet with the clippers never nappy like misty\nI didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas\nTha alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters\nGots to roll deep like ants at a picnic\nGet with the crew that's flowin like likwit\n\nVerse two: j-ro\n\nEvery night i pray to god please, no more wack mc's\nI catch a few z's, wake up and bust these\nI get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie\nCause they know i'm packin more shit than bandini\nThe freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins\nE-swift does the mixin, pockets fat like rickie nixon\n[ain't no party like a alkaholik party]\nSo don't be a nitwit, get with the likwit\n[ah yeah, ah yeah] yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder\nOne two one two yeah just like that, yo\nYo, [flowin like likwit]\nAhh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like likwit\nOwwwwww, king tee\n\nVerse three: king tee\n\nHere comes the lik, or should i say likwit\nAs i gets funky on a track that my nigga e-swift did\nRollin with the alkaholik group, call me trooper\nRun of the mill skills got your neck in the noose\nBut hey, i be the k-i-n-g tee for short\nBig ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport\nWicked when i kick it, yeah that's the ticket\nTossin up a forty still buzzin off the likwit\n\nVerse four: j-ro\n\nYou ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup\nSo niggy won't you just shut the [hold up]\nThe girls call me dookie man cause i'm the shit can't you smell son\nI gots more freaks than prince rogers nelson\nI can't be stopped i got hip-hop wreckin powers\nI gotta say what's up to my buddy ricky flowers\nWe got that likwit funk, we get drunk with the\n... [hell motherfuckin yeah]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.42] Verse one: tash\n[00:13.93] I hang mc's with my noose, watch me get loose\n[00:16.13] The nigga flippin more styles than snapple got juice\n[00:18.51] Cause i'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky\n[00:21.19] Than a niggy pickin his afro and i left the skin not stinky\n[00:23.91] The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle\n[00:26.23] Kickin it with my homie like lamont do with rollo\n[00:28.77] Live at the apollo, they still couldn't do it\n[00:31.15] Cause even in new york the crew be buzzin off the fluid\n[00:33.73] So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]\n[00:36.82] Too much olde e will make you pee\n[00:38.88] As you can see i'm the alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey\n[00:41.29] Get with the clippers never nappy like misty\n[00:43.80] I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas\n[00:46.43] Tha alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters\n[00:48.86] Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic\n[00:51.26] Get with the crew that's flowin like likwit\n[00:54.19] Verse two: j-ro\n[01:03.82] Every night i pray to god please, no more wack mc's\n[01:06.18] I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these\n[01:08.58] I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie\n[01:11.26] Cause they know i'm packin more shit than bandini\n[01:13.73] The freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins\n[01:16.13] E-swift does the mixin, pockets fat like rickie nixon\n[01:18.74] [ain't no party like a alkaholik party]\n[01:21.28] So don't be a nitwit, get with the likwit\n[01:24.05] [ah yeah, ah yeah] yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder\n[01:29.19] One two one two yeah just like that, yo\n[01:31.48] Yo, [flowin like likwit]\n[01:33.93] Ahh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like likwit\n[01:39.76] Owwwwww, king tee\n[01:43.10] Verse three: king tee\n[01:43.97] Here comes the lik, or should i say likwit\n[01:45.98] As i gets funky on a track that my nigga e-swift did\n[01:49.01] Rollin with the alkaholik group, call me trooper\n[01:51.47] Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose\n[01:53.90] But hey, i be the k-i-n-g tee for short\n[01:56.65] Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport\n[01:59.04] Wicked when i kick it, yeah that's the ticket\n[02:01.45] Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the likwit\n[02:03.77] Verse four: j-ro\n[02:14.17] You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup\n[02:16.34] So niggy won't you just shut the [hold up]\n[02:19.37] The girls call me dookie man cause i'm the shit can't you smell son\n[02:21.97] I gots more freaks than prince rogers nelson\n[02:24.28] I can't be stopped i got hip-hop wreckin powers\n[02:26.63] I gotta say what's up to my buddy ricky flowers\n[02:28.83] We got that likwit funk, we get drunk with the\n[02:31.48] ... 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don't do it right.\"\n\nJ-ro:\nJ-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\nI'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\nUh,? deep into books on my shelves\nI like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\nWhat good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\nAnd a volkswagen brain\nMy style be kind of old, like gold\nBut it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\nI like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\nSwift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\nNiggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\nMy flows are numerous like east valley murders\nBustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\nYou know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\nWith the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\nBut I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\nMy other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\nFuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\nWhoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\nAt rappin', we just attempt, and i\nPimp the flow like imp the dimp\nAnd I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\nThis is how it goes down, check out he sound\nWestcoast underground, who is the tightest?\nThe liks and whoridas\n\nTrust no one, smash, with my family do or die\nWhen we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\nWon't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\nI can't cross what a nigga need with greed\nSo I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\nWith this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\nTo buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\nBut don't put a thang on hold we roll\nWe stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\nGotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\nSit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\nFor sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\nIn my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\nSo many niggas ou there trying to be the man\nLike neon deion, got jacked like peons\nOn the front line for the first time\n\nHey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\nIt's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\nAnd to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\nBored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\nAnd host my own show\nCause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\nI'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\nSo slide some oil to these stiff mc's\nWhile I get into this style that bones like m 3's\nCause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\nEven oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\nI stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\nThe hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\nBut even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\nThat's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\nSo jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\nCause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\nI'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\nThat's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\nI am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\nThat keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\nI feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\nCause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit Ridas\n artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n album: Likwidation\n duration_ms: 284000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\n Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\n With the master key, but the master key be me\n I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\n And commence to roll, like a tire\n A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\n Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\n And we came prepared because I'm round hoe\n On the down low\n And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\n From the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\n How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\n So we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\n No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\n But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\n You stick around and watch my money lay ya\n And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\n On the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\n They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\n Hittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\n Scratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\n J-ro:\n J-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\n I'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\n Uh,? deep into books on my shelves\n I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\n What good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\n And a volkswagen brain\n My style be kind of old, like gold\n But it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\n I like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\n Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\n Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\n My flows are numerous like east valley murders\n Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\n You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\n With the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\n But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\n My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\n Fuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\n Whoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\n At rappin', we just attempt, and i\n Pimp the flow like imp the dimp\n And I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\n This is how it goes down, check out he sound\n Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?\n The liks and whoridas\n\n Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die\n When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\n Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\n I can't cross what a nigga need with greed\n So I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\n With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\n To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\n But don't put a thang on hold we roll\n We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\n Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\n Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\n For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\n In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\n So many niggas ou there trying to be the man\n Like neon deion, got jacked like peons\n On the front line for the first time\n\n Hey, what's the big idea? 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Get up man!\n\nI can't bust man, I'm fucked\nAight I'll try it, yo\n\nI get drunk and I stumble to the phone\n\nAnd conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone\n\nOh shit, I'm to' back I need to take a piss\nOnly when I'm drunk I sing a song like this\nMy grandma and yo' grandma, -burp- sittin by the fire\nHold on turn the beat off (Naw keep it goin)\n(J-Ro can you make it?) I'm just not knowin\nI get drunk and start talkin mo' shit\nAnd when I got a gun in my hand you better get - out\nCause my brain just ain't what it used to be\n\nForget tryin to rationalize, cover yo' eyes\nI do - -burp- damn I'm drunk\nI need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk\nWhen I get drunk I might act uncouth\nBut when I get drunk I always tell the truth\nYeah I'm good, bad, dope, I'm freaky fresh\nI make hip-hop fans say yes yes\n\nThe Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow up\nHold up, hold up, I think I gotta -burp\n\nDamn false alarm\nI'm gettin all the ladies with my cool charm\nWhen I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk\n\nYeah, but only when I'm dr- -burp- drunk\n\nYeah, only when I'm drunk, yeah, only when I'm drunk\n(Lemme pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash)\nOnly when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n\nIt goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia\nIt's the pimp slap niggy with drinks in the freezer\nBust the one apple, two apple (FLIX!) type of rapper\nThat'll get you out your seat quicker than a carjacker\nSlip a cold 40 fever when I cool it with my people\n\nGot hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy D. Regal\nCause I move like I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte\nLookin for them niggas that jumped my homey Dante\nAll up in this bitch with the gin and Tanqueray\nDrink like Mr. Wendal, smoke bud like Dr. Dre\nBut that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit\n\nGoddamn I gotta piss, I pass the mic to E-Swift\n\nYeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me, I'm trippin\nMust be the brew that I was sippin kickin in\n\nGuess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin\nCause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin\n\nOne too many, I reckon\nFeelin like I can earl, any second\nWanna get up but can't move\nFeels like I'm stuck in a groove\nWhat the fuck was I tryin to prove?\nI got a rep for downin fo'-oh's\nAll the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros\nNiggas call me Ned I keep a fifth in the trunk\nMight fuck a ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk\n\nYeah, only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\nYeah, only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n\nAight, think I'm feelin a little better\nReady to bust this, like this\nAnd you don't miss, check it out\n\nI get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends that passed on\nWith every forty ounce the memory will last on\nBlack Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D\n\nYou three MC's will always live in my memories\nWe used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes\nAnd drink forty-oh's and wear the same clothes\nDamn I wish we could go through it again\nBut I know one day we gonna do it again\nAnd when the day comes it's gonna be live\nBut I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive\nTha Alkaholiks, we gets funky when we drinkin\nJust a little somethin, to pump up the thinkin\n\nOnly when we drunk, only when we drunk\nOnly when we drunk, only when we drunk\n\nBEER RUN! ANTY UP NIGGA!\nHAHA, PUT THE MONEY IN THE HAT!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.10] Yo whassup man? Get up man!\n[00:02.17] I can't bust man, I'm fucked\n[00:05.46] Aight I'll try it, yo\n[00:07.67] I get drunk and I stumble to the phone\n[00:09.67] And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone\n[00:12.13] Oh shit, I'm to' back I need to take a piss\n[00:14.40] Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this\n[00:16.83] My grandma and yo' grandma, -burp- sittin by the fire\n[00:21.30] Hold on turn the beat off (Naw keep it goin)\n[00:23.62] (J-Ro can you make it?) I'm just not knowin\n[00:26.23] I get drunk and start talkin mo' shit\n[00:28.34] And when I got a gun in my hand you better get - out\n[00:31.04] Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be\n[00:32.91] Forget tryin to rationalize, cover yo' eyes\n[00:35.27] I do - -burp- damn I'm drunk\n[00:37.38] I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk\n[00:40.06] When I get drunk I might act uncouth\n[00:42.29] But when I get drunk I always tell the truth\n[00:44.37] Yeah I'm good, bad, dope, I'm freaky fresh\n[00:46.95] I make hip-hop fans say yes yes\n[00:49.28] The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow up\n[00:51.74] Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta -burp\n[00:55.02] Damn false alarm\n[00:56.22] I'm gettin all the ladies with my cool charm\n[00:58.68] When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk\n[01:01.67] Yeah, but only when I'm dr- -burp- drunk\n[01:03.94] Yeah, only when I'm drunk, yeah, only when I'm drunk\n[01:07.27] (Lemme pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash)\n[01:11.36] Only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n[01:12.24] It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia\n[01:14.70] It's the pimp slap niggy with drinks in the freezer\n[01:17.07] Bust the one apple, two apple (FLIX!) type of rapper\n[01:19.31] That'll get you out your seat quicker than a carjacker\n[01:21.77] Slip a cold 40 fever when I cool it with my people\n[01:24.23] Got hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy D. Regal\n[01:26.38] Cause I move like I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte\n[01:28.91] Lookin for them niggas that jumped my homey Dante\n[01:31.34] All up in this bitch with the gin and Tanqueray\n[01:33.62] Drink like Mr. Wendal, smoke bud like Dr. Dre\n[01:35.81] But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit\n[01:38.06] Goddamn I gotta piss, I pass the mic to E-Swift\n[01:40.46] Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me, I'm trippin\n[01:43.65] Must be the brew that I was sippin kickin in\n[01:45.81] Guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin\n[01:47.17] Cause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin\n[01:50.22] One too many, I reckon\n[01:51.69] Feelin like I can earl, any second\n[01:54.03] Wanna get up but can't move\n[01:55.72] Feels like I'm stuck in a groove\n[01:57.47] What the fuck was I tryin to prove?\n[01:59.59] I got a rep for downin fo'-oh's\n[02:01.30] All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros\n[02:03.91] Niggas call me Ned I keep a fifth in the trunk\n[02:05.92] Might fuck a ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk\n[02:09.12] Yeah, only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n[02:13.70] Yeah, only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n[02:18.20] Aight, think I'm feelin a little better\n[02:21.06] Ready to bust this, like this\n[02:24.06] And you don't miss, check it out\n[02:27.34] I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends that passed on\n[02:29.71] With every forty ounce the memory will last on\n[02:31.87] Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D\n[02:34.01] You three MC's will always live in my memories\n[02:36.42] We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes\n[02:38.74] And drink forty-oh's and wear the same clothes\n[02:41.14] Damn I wish we could go through it again\n[02:43.21] But I know one day we gonna do it again\n[02:45.75] And when the day comes it's gonna be live\n[02:47.88] But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive\n[02:50.63] Tha Alkaholiks, we gets funky when we drinkin\n[02:52.76] Just a little somethin, to pump up the thinkin\n[02:56.35] Only when we drunk, only when we drunk\n[03:00.99] Only when we drunk, only when we drunk\n[03:05.22] BEER RUN! ANTY UP NIGGA!\n[03:09.46] HAHA, PUT THE MONEY IN THE HAT!\n[03:15.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only When I'm Drunk (Accapella)\n artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n album: Likwit (Maxi-Single)\n duration_ms: 194000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo whassup man? 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don't do it right.\"\n\n J-ro:\n J-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\n I'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\n Uh,? deep into books on my shelves\n I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\n What good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\n And a volkswagen brain\n My style be kind of old, like gold\n But it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\n I like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\n Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\n Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\n My flows are numerous like east valley murders\n Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\n You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\n With the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\n But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\n My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\n Fuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\n Whoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\n At rappin', we just attempt, and i\n Pimp the flow like imp the dimp\n And I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\n This is how it goes down, check out he sound\n Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?\n The liks and whoridas\n\n Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die\n When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\n Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\n I can't cross what a nigga need with greed\n So I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\n With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\n To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\n But don't put a thang on hold we roll\n We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\n Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\n Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\n For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\n In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\n So many niggas ou there trying to be the man\n Like neon deion, got jacked like peons\n On the front line for the first time\n\n Hey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\n It's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\n And to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\n Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\n And host my own show\n Cause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\n I'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\n So slide some oil to these stiff mc's\n While I get into this style that bones like m 3's\n Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\n Even oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\n I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\n The hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\n But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\n That's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\n So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\n Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\n I'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\n That's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\n I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\n That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\n I feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\n Cause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)\n"},{"id":24521994,"name":"Likwit Ridas Ft The Whoridas","trackName":"Likwit Ridas Ft The Whoridas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":284.316735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\nFo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\nWith the master key, but the master key be me\nI assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\nAnd commence to roll, like a tire\nA real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\nAny buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\nAnd we came prepared because I'm round hoe\nOn the down low\nAnd I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\nFrom the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\nHow we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\nSo we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\nNo duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\nBut we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\nYou stick around and watch my money lay ya\nAnd I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\nOn the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\nThey gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\nHittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\nScratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\nJ-ro:\nJ-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\nI'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\nUh,? deep into books on my shelves\nI like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\nWhat good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\nAnd a volkswagen brain\nMy style be kind of old, like gold\nBut it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\nI like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\nSwift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\nNiggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\nMy flows are numerous like east valley murders\nBustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\nYou know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\nWith the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\nBut I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\nMy other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\nFuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\nWhoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\nAt rappin', we just attempt, and i\nPimp the flow like imp the dimp\nAnd I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\nThis is how it goes down, check out he sound\nWestcoast underground, who is the tightest?\nThe liks and whoridas\n\nTrust no one, smash, with my family do or die\nWhen we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\nWon't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\nI can't cross what a nigga need with greed\nSo I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\nWith this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\nTo buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\nBut don't put a thang on hold we roll\nWe stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\nGotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\nSit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\nFor sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\nIn my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\nSo many niggas ou there trying to be the man\nLike neon deion, got jacked like peons\nOn the front line for the first time\n\nHey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\nIt's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\nAnd to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\nBored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\nAnd host my own show\nCause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\nI'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\nSo slide some oil to these stiff mc's\nWhile I get into this style that bones like m 3's\nCause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\nEven oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\nI stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\nThe hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\nBut even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\nThat's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\nSo jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\nCause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\nI'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\nThat's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\nI am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\nThat keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\nI feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\nCause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit Ridas Ft The Whoridas\n artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n album: Likwidation\n duration_ms: 284317\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\n Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\n With the master key, but the master key be me\n I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\n And commence to roll, like a tire\n A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\n Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\n And we came prepared because I'm round hoe\n On the down low\n And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\n From the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\n How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\n So we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\n No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\n But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\n You stick around and watch my money lay ya\n And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\n On the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\n They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\n Hittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\n Scratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\n J-ro:\n J-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\n I'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\n Uh,? deep into books on my shelves\n I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\n What good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\n And a volkswagen brain\n My style be kind of old, like gold\n But it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\n I like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\n Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\n Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\n My flows are numerous like east valley murders\n Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\n You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\n With the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\n But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\n My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\n Fuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\n Whoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\n At rappin', we just attempt, and i\n Pimp the flow like imp the dimp\n And I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\n This is how it goes down, check out he sound\n Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?\n The liks and whoridas\n\n Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die\n When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\n Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\n I can't cross what a nigga need with greed\n So I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\n With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\n To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\n But don't put a thang on hold we roll\n We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\n Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\n Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\n For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\n In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\n So many niggas ou there trying to be the man\n Like neon deion, got jacked like peons\n On the front line for the first time\n\n Hey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\n It's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\n And to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\n Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\n And host my own show\n Cause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\n I'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\n So slide some oil to these stiff mc's\n While I get into this style that bones like m 3's\n Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\n Even oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\n I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\n The hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\n But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\n That's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\n So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\n Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\n I'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\n That's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\n I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\n That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\n I feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\n Cause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)\n"},{"id":39252612,"name":"Likwit Ridas - Featuring The W","trackName":"Likwit Ridas - Featuring The W","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\nFo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\nWith the master key, but the master key be me\nI assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\nAnd commence to roll, like a tire\nA real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\nAny buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\nAnd we came prepared because I'm round hoe\nOn the down low\nAnd I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\nFrom the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\nHow we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\nSo we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\nNo duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\nBut we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\nYou stick around and watch my money lay ya\nAnd I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\nOn the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\nThey gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\nHittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\nScratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\nJ-ro:\nJ-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\nI'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\nUh,? deep into books on my shelves\nI like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\nWhat good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\nAnd a volkswagen brain\nMy style be kind of old, like gold\nBut it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\nI like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\nSwift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\nNiggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\nMy flows are numerous like east valley murders\nBustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\nYou know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\nWith the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\nBut I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\nMy other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\nFuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\nWhoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\nAt rappin', we just attempt, and i\nPimp the flow like imp the dimp\nAnd I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\nThis is how it goes down, check out he sound\nWestcoast underground, who is the tightest?\nThe liks and whoridas\n\nTrust no one, smash, with my family do or die\nWhen we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\nWon't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\nI can't cross what a nigga need with greed\nSo I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\nWith this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\nTo buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\nBut don't put a thang on hold we roll\nWe stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\nGotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\nSit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\nFor sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\nIn my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\nSo many niggas ou there trying to be the man\nLike neon deion, got jacked like peons\nOn the front line for the first time\n\nHey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\nIt's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\nAnd to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\nBored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\nAnd host my own show\nCause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\nI'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\nSo slide some oil to these stiff mc's\nWhile I get into this style that bones like m 3's\nCause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\nEven oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\nI stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\nThe hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\nBut even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\nThat's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\nSo jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\nCause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\nI'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\nThat's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\nI am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\nThat keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\nI feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\nCause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit Ridas - Featuring The W\n artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n album: Likwidation\n duration_ms: 284317\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\n Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\n With the master key, but the master key be me\n I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\n And commence to roll, like a tire\n A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\n Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\n And we came prepared because I'm round hoe\n On the down low\n And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\n From the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\n How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\n So we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\n No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\n But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\n You stick around and watch my money lay ya\n And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\n On the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\n They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\n Hittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\n Scratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\n J-ro:\n J-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\n I'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\n Uh,? deep into books on my shelves\n I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\n What good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\n And a volkswagen brain\n My style be kind of old, like gold\n But it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\n I like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\n Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\n Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\n My flows are numerous like east valley murders\n Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\n You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\n With the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\n But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\n My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\n Fuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\n Whoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\n At rappin', we just attempt, and i\n Pimp the flow like imp the dimp\n And I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\n This is how it goes down, check out he sound\n Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?\n The liks and whoridas\n\n Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die\n When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\n Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\n I can't cross what a nigga need with greed\n So I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\n With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\n To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\n But don't put a thang on hold we roll\n We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\n Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\n Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\n For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\n In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\n So many niggas ou there trying to be the man\n Like neon deion, got jacked like peons\n On the front line for the first time\n\n Hey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\n It's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\n And to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\n Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\n And host my own show\n Cause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\n I'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\n So slide some oil to these stiff mc's\n While I get into this style that bones like m 3's\n Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\n Even oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\n I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\n The hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\n But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\n That's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\n So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\n Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\n I'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\n That's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\n I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\n That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\n I feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\n Cause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)\n"},{"id":30538181,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Defari, Lootpack & Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote!","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Likwit Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\nI'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\nI know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\nCuz people, Rico got everything you need\nIf ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and\nthe zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland\nThis beat's not redundant off the SP1200,\nTash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman\nThe beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat,\nY'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n*Scratchin' \"Likwit Fusion\"*\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility back fired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\nget\nYou was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\nLike a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\nJack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\nAs I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need\nID's\nWild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up\nWhen Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows\nNow uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\nBut you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew\nFemale virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex\nBut I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\nSo let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\nthis\n(Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n(Oh-Ooh)\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flows\nCan the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit Fusion\n artist: Defari, Lootpack & Tha Alkaholiks\n album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote!'\n duration_ms: 287000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know\n If my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know\n If y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know\n About the Likwit Crew, how will you know?\n\n Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\n I'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\n I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n Cuz people, Rico got everything you need\n If ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed\n I'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n With the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo\n The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and\n the zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland\n This beat's not redundant off the SP1200,\n Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman\n The beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat,\n Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T\n Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n *Scratchin' \"Likwit Fusion\"*\n\n Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n Their ineligibility back fired on their ability\n To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\n get\n You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\n Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\n Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\n As I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need\n ID's\n Wild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up\n When Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant\n All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n It's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows\n Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\n But you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew\n Female virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex\n But I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\n So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\n this\n (Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n (Oh-Ooh)\n\n Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n Go for what you know unless you got no flows\n Can the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)\n It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n And passing them out to everybody at the show\n I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n It's the return of the emcee\n So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n I still remember names and phrases\n And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n Flossy A's and money A's all night\n I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion\n"},{"id":25459797,"name":"Likwit Ridas","trackName":"Likwit Ridas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. Whoridas","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":284.2959169,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\nFo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\nWith the master key, but the master key be me\nI assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\nAnd commence to roll, like a tire\nA real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\nAny buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\nAnd we came prepared because I'm round hoe\nOn the down low\nAnd I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\nFrom the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\nHow we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\nSo we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\nNo duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\nBut we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\nYou stick around and watch my money lay ya\nAnd I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\nOn the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\nThey gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\nHittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\nScratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\nJ-ro:\nJ-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\nI'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\nUh,? deep into books on my shelves\nI like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\nWhat good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\nAnd a volkswagen brain\nMy style be kind of old, like gold\nBut it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\nI like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\nSwift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\nNiggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\nMy flows are numerous like east valley murders\nBustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\nYou know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\nWith the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\nBut I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\nMy other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\nFuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\nWhoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\nAt rappin', we just attempt, and i\nPimp the flow like imp the dimp\nAnd I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\nThis is how it goes down, check out he sound\nWestcoast underground, who is the tightest?\nThe liks and whoridas\n\nTrust no one, smash, with my family do or die\nWhen we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\nWon't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\nI can't cross what a nigga need with greed\nSo I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\nWith this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\nTo buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\nBut don't put a thang on hold we roll\nWe stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\nGotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\nSit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\nFor sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\nIn my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\nSo many niggas ou there trying to be the man\nLike neon deion, got jacked like peons\nOn the front line for the first time\n\nHey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\nIt's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\nAnd to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\nBored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\nAnd host my own show\nCause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\nI'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\nSo slide some oil to these stiff mc's\nWhile I get into this style that bones like m 3's\nCause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\nEven oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\nI stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\nThe hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\nBut even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\nThat's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\nSo jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\nCause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\nI'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\nThat's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\nI am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\nThat keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\nI feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\nCause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit Ridas\n artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. Whoridas\n album: Likwidation\n duration_ms: 284296\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\n Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\n With the master key, but the master key be me\n I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\n And commence to roll, like a tire\n A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\n Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\n And we came prepared because I'm round hoe\n On the down low\n And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\n From the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\n How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\n So we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\n No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\n But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\n You stick around and watch my money lay ya\n And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\n On the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\n They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\n Hittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\n Scratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\n J-ro:\n J-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\n I'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\n Uh,? deep into books on my shelves\n I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\n What good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\n And a volkswagen brain\n My style be kind of old, like gold\n But it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\n I like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\n Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\n Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\n My flows are numerous like east valley murders\n Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\n You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\n With the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\n But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\n My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\n Fuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\n Whoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\n At rappin', we just attempt, and i\n Pimp the flow like imp the dimp\n And I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\n This is how it goes down, check out he sound\n Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?\n The liks and whoridas\n\n Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die\n When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\n Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\n I can't cross what a nigga need with greed\n So I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\n With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\n To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\n But don't put a thang on hold we roll\n We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\n Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\n Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\n For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\n In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\n So many niggas ou there trying to be the man\n Like neon deion, got jacked like peons\n On the front line for the first time\n\n Hey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\n It's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\n And to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\n Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\n And host my own show\n Cause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\n I'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\n So slide some oil to these stiff mc's\n While I get into this style that bones like m 3's\n Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\n Even oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\n I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\n The hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\n But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\n That's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\n So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\n Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\n I'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\n That's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\n I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\n That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\n I feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\n Cause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)\n"},{"id":39239206,"name":"Only When I'm Drunk","trackName":"Only When I'm Drunk","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwit / Only When I'm Drunk (Promo CDM)","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: tash, speaking to j-ro\n\nYo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]\nGet up nigga, bust [i'm fucked]\nGet up you gotta do your verse nigga\n[Aight I'll try it] get up nigga!\n\nVerse one: j-ro\n\nI get drunk and I stumble to the phone\nAnd conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone\nOhh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss\nOnly when I'm drunk I sing a song like this\nMy grandma and your grandma *urrp*\nSittin by the fire\nHold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin\nJ-ro can you make it? ] I'm just not knowin\nI get drunk and start talkin mo' shit\nAnd when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out\nCause my brain just ain't what it used to be\nForget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyes\nAh d-*urrp*, damn I'm drunk\nI need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk\nWhen I get drunk I might act uncouth\nBut when I get drunk I always tell the truth\nYeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh\nI make hip-hop fans say yes yes\nThe liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop\nHold up, hold up, I think I gotta...\n*Urrrrrrp* damn, false alarm\nGettin all the ladies with my cool charm\nWhen I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk\nYeah, but only when I'm dr-*urp* drunk\n\nYeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, tash\n\nVerse two: tash, e-swift\n\nIt goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia\nIt's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer\nBust the one out, two out, [flips] type of rapper\nThat'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker\nSlip a colt for the fever when I'm coolin with my people\nGot hoes in east columus like I'm billy dee wrinkle\nCause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm harry belafonte\nLookin for them niggaz that jumped my homey dante\nAll up in this bitch with the gin and tanqueray\nDrink like mr. wendal smoke bud like dr. dre\nBut that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit\nGot damn I gotta piss I pass the mic to e-swift\n\nYeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me\nI'm trippin, must be the brew that I was sippin\nKickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin\nCause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin\nOne too many, I reckon\nFeelin I got ta earl, any second\nWanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove\nWhat the fuck was I tryin to prove?\nI get a rep for downin four-o's\nAll the hoes knows them alkaholik bros\nNiggaz call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk\nMight fuck an ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk\n\nVerse three: j-ro\n\nAight, think I'm feelin a little better\nReady to bust this, like this\nAnd ya don't miss, check it out\n\nI get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends\nThat passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on\nBlack man muzzle, mike lee and suavey d\nThe three mc's will always live in my memories\nWe used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes\nAnd drink forty-o's, and wear the same clothes\nDamn I wish we could go through it again\nBut I know one day we gonna do it again\nAnd when that day comes it's gonna be live\nBut I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive\nThe alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin\nJust a lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin\n\nOutro: j-ro\n\nBeer run! ante up nigga\nHa ha, put the money in the hat","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.30]Intro: tash, speaking to j-ro\n[00:03.16]Yo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]\n[00:04.07]Get up nigga, bust [i'm fucked]\n[00:06.71]Get up you gotta do your verse nigga\n[00:07.68][Aight I'll try it] get up nigga!\n[00:08.56]Verse one: j-ro\n[00:09.42]I get drunk and I stumble to the phone\n[00:10.33]And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone\n[00:13.01]Ohh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss\n[00:14.87]Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this\n[00:17.59]My grandma and your grandma *urrp*\n[00:20.39]Sittin by the fire\n[00:22.19]Hold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin\n[00:24.82]J-ro can you make it? ] I'm just not knowin\n[00:26.63]I get drunk and start talkin mo' shit\n[00:28.68]And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out\n[00:31.35]Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be\n[00:34.04]Forget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyes\n[00:35.81]Ah d-*urrp*, damn I'm drunk\n[00:37.69]I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk\n[00:40.43]When I get drunk I might act uncouth\n[00:43.18]But when I get drunk I always tell the truth\n[00:44.95]Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh\n[00:47.62]I make hip-hop fans say yes yes\n[00:50.31]The liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop\n[00:52.12]Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta...\n[00:53.99]*Urrrrrrp* damn, false alarm\n[00:56.67]Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm\n[00:58.45]When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk\n[01:01.24]Yeah, but only when I'm dr-*urp* drunk\n[01:04.82]Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, tash\n[01:12.95]Verse two: tash, e-swift\n[01:13.80]It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia\n[01:14.78]It's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer\n[01:17.56]Bust the one out, two out, [flips] type of rapper\n[01:20.29]That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker\n[01:22.04]Slip a colt for the fever when I'm coolin with my people\n[01:23.88]Got hoes in east columus like I'm billy dee wrinkle\n[01:26.52]Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm harry belafonte\n[01:28.35]Lookin for them niggaz that jumped my homey dante\n[01:31.06]All up in this bitch with the gin and tanqueray\n[01:33.71]Drink like mr. wendal smoke bud like dr. dre\n[01:35.55]But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit\n[01:38.35]Got damn I gotta piss I pass the mic to e-swift\n[01:40.13]Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me\n[01:42.88]I'm trippin, must be the brew that I was sippin\n[01:44.64]Kickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin\n[01:47.39]Cause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin\n[01:49.12]One too many, I reckon\n[01:51.84]Feelin I got ta earl, any second\n[01:53.68]Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove\n[01:57.35]What the fuck was I tryin to prove?\n[01:59.13]I get a rep for downin four-o's\n[02:00.93]All the hoes knows them alkaholik bros\n[02:03.68]Niggaz call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk\n[02:05.45]Might fuck an ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk\n[02:11.55]Verse three: j-ro\n[02:13.37]Aight, think I'm feelin a little better\n[02:21.52]Ready to bust this, like this\n[02:23.31]And ya don't miss, check it out\n[02:25.11]I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends\n[02:28.74]That passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on\n[02:31.46]Black man muzzle, mike lee and suavey d\n[02:33.22]The three mc's will always live in my memories\n[02:35.93]We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes\n[02:37.73]And drink forty-o's, and wear the same clothes\n[02:40.51]Damn I wish we could go through it again\n[02:42.37]But I know one day we gonna do it again\n[02:45.02]And when that day comes it's gonna be live\n[02:46.83]But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive\n[02:49.53]The alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin\n[02:52.28]Just a lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin\n[02:54.05]Outro: j-ro\n[02:58.89]Beer run! ante up nigga\n[03:07.84]Ha ha, put the money in the hat\n[03:11.79]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only When 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Get up man!\nGet up and get buggin man! Get up you gotta do your verse\n\nI get drunk and I stumble to the phone\nAnd conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone\n\nBlow a blunt, tow back, I need to take a piss\nOnly when I'm drunk I sing a song like this\nMy grandma and your grandma\n\nFuck bitches sittin by the fire\n\nHold on, turn the beat off\n(Naw keep it goin, J-Ro can you make it?) I'm just not knowin\n\nI get drunk and start talkin bullshit\nAnd when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out\nCause my brain just ain't what it used to be\nForget tryin to rationalize, cover your eyes\nI took two shots of Hennessy, damn I'm drunk\nI need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk\nWhen I get drunk I might act uncouth\nBut when I get drunk I always tell the truth\nYeah I'm good, bad, dope, I'm fuckin fresh\nI make hip-hop fans say yes yes\n\nThe Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow up\nHold up, load up, I think I got a 9 millimeter\nDamn false alarm\nI'm gettin all the ladies with my cool charm\nWhen I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk\nYeah, but only when I'm drunk, fuckin drunk\n\nOnly when I'm drunk\nOnly when I'm drunk\nOnly when I'm drunk\nOnly when I'm drunk\n\nIt goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia\nIt's the pimp slap nigga with drinks in the freezer\nBust a one out for two out for fuckin type of rapper\nThat'll get you out your seat quicker than a carjacker\nSlip a Colt 45-er when I'm coolin with my people\nGot hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy Dee Regal\nCause I move like I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte\nLookin for them niggas that jumped my homey Dante\n\nAll up in his ass with the gin and Tanqueray\nDrink like Mr. Wendal, smoke bud like Dr. Dre\nBut that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit\nDamn I gotta piss, pass the mic to E-Swift\n\nYeah, I get drunk and can't nobody move\nI'm trippin, must be the brew that I was sippin\nKickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin\nCause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin\nOne too many, I reckon\nFeelin like I could hurl, any second\n\nWanna get up, but can't move\nFeels like I'm stuck in a groove\n\nWhat the fuck was I tryin to prove?\nI gotta rep fo' down to 4-0's\nAll the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros\nCall me Ed I keep a fifth in the trunk\nMight fuck a ugly bitch, but only when I'm drunk\n\nOnly when I'm drunk\nOnly when I'm drunk\nOnly when I'm drunk\nOnly when I'm drunk\n\nI get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends that passed on\nWith every 40 ounce the memory will last on\nBlack Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suave D\nYou three MC's will always live in my memories\nWe used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes\nAnd drink forty-oh's, and wear the same clothes\nDamn I wish we could go through it again\n\nBut I know one day we gonna do it again\n\nAnd when that day comes it's gonna be live\nBut I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive\nTha Alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin\nJust a little somethin, to pump up the thinkin\n\nOnly when we drunk\nOnly when we drunk\nOnly when we drunk\nOnly when we drunk\n\nBeer run! Ante up!\nPut the money in the hat\nAh fuck that mic damn man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] Yo whassup man? Get up man!\n[00:01.73] Get up and get buggin man! Get up you gotta do your verse\n[00:05.12] I get drunk and I stumble to the phone\n[00:07.14] And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone\n[00:09.60] Blow a blunt, tow back, I need to take a piss\n[00:11.98] Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this\n[00:14.27] My grandma and your grandma\n[00:17.02] Fuck bitches sittin by the fire\n[00:18.73] Hold on, turn the beat off\n[00:19.92] (Naw keep it goin, J-Ro can you make it?) I'm just not knowin\n[00:23.61] I get drunk and start talkin bullshit\n[00:25.79] And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out\n[00:28.41] Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be\n[00:30.33] Forget tryin to rationalize, cover your eyes\n[00:32.57] I took two shots of Hennessy, damn I'm drunk\n[00:34.75] I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk\n[00:37.42] When I get drunk I might act uncouth\n[00:39.62] But when I get drunk I always tell the truth\n[00:41.78] Yeah I'm good, bad, dope, I'm fuckin fresh\n[00:44.39] I make hip-hop fans say yes yes\n[00:46.60] The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow up\n[00:49.03] Hold up, load up, I think I got a 9 millimeter\n[00:52.46] Damn false alarm\n[00:53.56] I'm gettin all the ladies with my cool charm\n[00:56.09] When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk\n[00:58.72] Yeah, but only when I'm drunk, fuckin drunk\n[01:01.88] Only when I'm drunk\n[01:01.88] Only when I'm drunk\n[01:03.06] Only when I'm drunk\n[01:04.03] Only when I'm drunk\n[01:06.60] \n[01:08.93] It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia\n[01:12.04] It's the pimp slap nigga with drinks in the freezer\n[01:14.37] Bust a one out for two out for fuckin type of rapper\n[01:16.65] That'll get you out your seat quicker than a carjacker\n[01:18.99] Slip a Colt 45-er when I'm coolin with my people\n[01:21.58] Got hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy Dee Regal\n[01:23.53] Cause I move like I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte\n[01:26.26] Lookin for them niggas that jumped my homey Dante\n[01:28.60] All up in his ass with the gin and Tanqueray\n[01:30.87] Drink like Mr. Wendal, smoke bud like Dr. Dre\n[01:33.08] But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit\n[01:35.41] Damn I gotta piss, pass the mic to E-Swift\n[01:37.57] Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody move\n[01:40.00] I'm trippin, must be the brew that I was sippin\n[01:42.15] Kickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin\n[01:44.34] Cause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin\n[01:47.35] One too many, I reckon\n[01:48.77] Feelin like I could hurl, any second\n[01:51.07] Wanna get up, but can't move\n[01:52.84] Feels like I'm stuck in a groove\n[01:54.67] What the fuck was I tryin to prove?\n[01:56.47] I gotta rep fo' down to 4-0's\n[01:58.48] All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros\n[02:01.23] Call me Ed I keep a fifth in the trunk\n[02:03.03] Might fuck a ugly bitch, but only when I'm drunk\n[02:06.88] Only when I'm drunk\n[02:08.56] Only when I'm drunk\n[02:11.42] Only when I'm drunk\n[02:13.17] Only when I'm drunk\n[02:16.32] I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends that passed on\n[02:26.76] With every 40 ounce the memory will last on\n[02:28.70] Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suave D\n[02:31.07] You three MC's will always live in my memories\n[02:33.33] We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes\n[02:35.76] And drink forty-oh's, and wear the same clothes\n[02:38.16] Damn I wish we could go through it again\n[02:40.11] But I know one day we gonna do it again\n[02:42.69] And when that day comes it's gonna be live\n[02:44.73] But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive\n[02:47.52] Tha Alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin\n[02:49.67] Just a little somethin, to pump up the thinkin\n[02:53.22] Only when we drunk\n[02:54.93] Only when we drunk\n[02:57.84] Only when we drunk\n[02:59.33] Only when we drunk\n[03:02.19] Beer run! 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I'm just not knowin\nI get drunk and start talkin mo' shit\nAnd when I got a gun in my hand you better get - out\nCause my brain just ain't what it used to be\n\nForget tryin to rationalize, cover yo' eyes\nI do - -burp- damn I'm drunk\nI need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk\nWhen I get drunk I might act uncouth\nBut when I get drunk I always tell the truth\nYeah I'm good, bad, dope, I'm freaky fresh\nI make hip-hop fans say yes yes\n\nThe Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow up\nHold up, hold up, I think I gotta -burp\n\nDamn false alarm\nI'm gettin all the ladies with my cool charm\nWhen I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk\n\nYeah, but only when I'm dr- -burp- drunk\n\nYeah, only when I'm drunk, yeah, only when I'm drunk\n(Lemme pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash)\nOnly when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n\nIt goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia\nIt's the pimp slap niggy with drinks in the freezer\nBust the one apple, two apple (FLIX!) type of rapper\nThat'll get you out your seat quicker than a carjacker\nSlip a cold 40 fever when I cool it with my people\n\nGot hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy D. Regal\nCause I move like I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte\nLookin for them niggas that jumped my homey Dante\nAll up in this bitch with the gin and Tanqueray\nDrink like Mr. Wendal, smoke bud like Dr. Dre\nBut that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit\n\nGoddamn I gotta piss, I pass the mic to E-Swift\n\nYeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me, I'm trippin\nMust be the brew that I was sippin kickin in\n\nGuess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin\nCause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin\n\nOne too many, I reckon\nFeelin like I can earl, any second\nWanna get up but can't move\nFeels like I'm stuck in a groove\nWhat the fuck was I tryin to prove?\nI got a rep for downin fo'-oh's\nAll the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros\nNiggas call me Ned I keep a fifth in the trunk\nMight fuck a ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk\n\nYeah, only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\nYeah, only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n\nAight, think I'm feelin a little better\nReady to bust this, like this\nAnd you don't miss, check it out\n\nI get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends that passed on\nWith every forty ounce the memory will last on\nBlack Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D\n\nYou three MC's will always live in my memories\nWe used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes\nAnd drink forty-oh's and wear the same clothes\nDamn I wish we could go through it again\nBut I know one day we gonna do it again\nAnd when the day comes it's gonna be live\nBut I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive\nTha Alkaholiks, we gets funky when we drinkin\nJust a little somethin, to pump up the thinkin\n\nOnly when we drunk, only when we drunk\nOnly when we drunk, only when we drunk\n\nBEER RUN! 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I'm just not knowin\n[00:26.23] I get drunk and start talkin mo' shit\n[00:28.34] And when I got a gun in my hand you better get - out\n[00:31.04] Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be\n[00:32.91] Forget tryin to rationalize, cover yo' eyes\n[00:35.27] I do - -burp- damn I'm drunk\n[00:37.38] I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk\n[00:40.06] When I get drunk I might act uncouth\n[00:42.29] But when I get drunk I always tell the truth\n[00:44.37] Yeah I'm good, bad, dope, I'm freaky fresh\n[00:46.95] I make hip-hop fans say yes yes\n[00:49.28] The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow up\n[00:51.74] Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta -burp\n[00:55.02] Damn false alarm\n[00:56.22] I'm gettin all the ladies with my cool charm\n[00:58.68] When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk\n[01:01.67] Yeah, but only when I'm dr- -burp- drunk\n[01:03.94] Yeah, only when I'm drunk, yeah, only when I'm drunk\n[01:07.27] (Lemme pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash)\n[01:11.36] Only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n[01:12.24] It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia\n[01:14.70] It's the pimp slap niggy with drinks in the freezer\n[01:17.07] Bust the one apple, two apple (FLIX!) type of rapper\n[01:19.31] That'll get you out your seat quicker than a carjacker\n[01:21.77] Slip a cold 40 fever when I cool it with my people\n[01:24.23] Got hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy D. Regal\n[01:26.38] Cause I move like I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte\n[01:28.91] Lookin for them niggas that jumped my homey Dante\n[01:31.34] All up in this bitch with the gin and Tanqueray\n[01:33.62] Drink like Mr. Wendal, smoke bud like Dr. Dre\n[01:35.81] But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit\n[01:38.06] Goddamn I gotta piss, I pass the mic to E-Swift\n[01:40.46] Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me, I'm trippin\n[01:43.65] Must be the brew that I was sippin kickin in\n[01:45.81] Guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin\n[01:47.17] Cause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin\n[01:50.22] One too many, I reckon\n[01:51.69] Feelin like I can earl, any second\n[01:54.03] Wanna get up but can't move\n[01:55.72] Feels like I'm stuck in a groove\n[01:57.47] What the fuck was I tryin to prove?\n[01:59.59] I got a rep for downin fo'-oh's\n[02:01.30] All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros\n[02:03.91] Niggas call me Ned I keep a fifth in the trunk\n[02:05.92] Might fuck a ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk\n[02:09.12] Yeah, only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n[02:13.70] Yeah, only when I'm drunk, only when I'm drunk\n[02:18.20] Aight, think I'm feelin a little better\n[02:21.06] Ready to bust this, like this\n[02:24.06] And you don't miss, check it out\n[02:27.34] I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends that passed on\n[02:29.71] With every forty ounce the memory will last on\n[02:31.87] Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D\n[02:34.01] You three MC's will always live in my memories\n[02:36.42] We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes\n[02:38.74] And drink forty-oh's and wear the same clothes\n[02:41.14] Damn I wish we could go through it again\n[02:43.21] But I know one day we gonna do it again\n[02:45.75] And when the day comes it's gonna be live\n[02:47.88] But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive\n[02:50.63] Tha Alkaholiks, we gets funky when we drinkin\n[02:52.76] Just a little somethin, to pump up the thinkin\n[02:56.35] Only when we drunk, only when we drunk\n[03:00.99] Only when we drunk, only when we drunk\n[03:05.22] BEER RUN! ANTY UP NIGGA!\n[03:09.46] HAHA, PUT THE MONEY IN THE HAT!\n[03:15.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Only When I'm Drunk (A Cappella)\n artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n album: Likwit / Only When I'm Drunk (Promo CDM)\n duration_ms: 194668\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo whassup man? 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(Hell no)\n It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n And passing them out to everybody at the show\n I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n It's the return of the emcee\n So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n I still remember names and phrases\n And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n Flossy A's and money A's all night\n I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion\n"},{"id":10270671,"name":"Likwit Ridas","trackName":"Likwit Ridas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. The WhoRidas","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\nFo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\nWith the master key, but the master key be me\nI assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\nAnd commence to roll, like a tire\nA real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\nAny buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\nAnd we came prepared because I'm round hoe\nOn the down low\nAnd I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\nFrom the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\nHow we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\nSo we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\nNo duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\nBut we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\nYou stick around and watch my money lay ya\nAnd I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\nOn the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\nThey gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\nHittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\nScratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\nJ-ro:\nJ-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\nI'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\nUh,? deep into books on my shelves\nI like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\nWhat good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\nAnd a volkswagen brain\nMy style be kind of old, like gold\nBut it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\nI like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\nSwift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\nNiggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\nMy flows are numerous like east valley murders\nBustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\nYou know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\nWith the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\nBut I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\nMy other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\nFuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\nWhoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\nAt rappin', we just attempt, and i\nPimp the flow like imp the dimp\nAnd I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\nThis is how it goes down, check out he sound\nWestcoast underground, who is the tightest?\nThe liks and whoridas\n\nTrust no one, smash, with my family do or die\nWhen we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\nWon't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\nI can't cross what a nigga need with greed\nSo I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\nWith this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\nTo buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\nBut don't put a thang on hold we roll\nWe stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\nGotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\nSit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\nFor sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\nIn my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\nSo many niggas ou there trying to be the man\nLike neon deion, got jacked like peons\nOn the front line for the first time\n\nHey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\nIt's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\nAnd to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\nBored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\nAnd host my own show\nCause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\nI'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\nSo slide some oil to these stiff mc's\nWhile I get into this style that bones like m 3's\nCause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\nEven oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\nI stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\nThe hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\nBut even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\nThat's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\nSo jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\nCause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\nI'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\nThat's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\nI am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\nThat keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\nI feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\nCause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit Ridas\n artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. The WhoRidas\n album: Likwidation\n duration_ms: 284000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\n Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\n With the master key, but the master key be me\n I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\n And commence to roll, like a tire\n A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\n Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\n And we came prepared because I'm round hoe\n On the down low\n And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\n From the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\n How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\n So we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\n No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\n But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\n You stick around and watch my money lay ya\n And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\n On the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\n They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\n Hittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\n Scratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\n J-ro:\n J-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\n I'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\n Uh,? deep into books on my shelves\n I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\n What good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\n And a volkswagen brain\n My style be kind of old, like gold\n But it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\n I like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\n Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\n Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\n My flows are numerous like east valley murders\n Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\n You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\n With the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\n But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\n My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\n Fuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\n Whoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\n At rappin', we just attempt, and i\n Pimp the flow like imp the dimp\n And I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\n This is how it goes down, check out he sound\n Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?\n The liks and whoridas\n\n Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die\n When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\n Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\n I can't cross what a nigga need with greed\n So I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\n With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\n To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\n But don't put a thang on hold we roll\n We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\n Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\n Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\n For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\n In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\n So many niggas ou there trying to be the man\n Like neon deion, got jacked like peons\n On the front line for the first time\n\n Hey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\n It's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\n And to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\n Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\n And host my own show\n Cause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\n I'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\n So slide some oil to these stiff mc's\n While I get into this style that bones like m 3's\n Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\n Even oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\n I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\n The hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\n But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\n That's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\n So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\n Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\n I'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\n That's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\n I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\n That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\n I feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\n Cause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)\n"},{"id":39286285,"name":"Likwit Ridas","trackName":"Likwit Ridas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks ft. The Whoridas","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\nFo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\nWith the master key, but the master key be me\nI assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\nAnd commence to roll, like a tire\nA real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\nAny buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\nAnd we came prepared because I'm round hoe\nOn the down low\nAnd I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\nFrom the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\nHow we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\nSo we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\nNo duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\nBut we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\nYou stick around and watch my money lay ya\nAnd I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\nOn the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\nThey gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\nHittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\nScratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\nJ-ro:\nJ-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\nI'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\nUh,? deep into books on my shelves\nI like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\nWhat good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\nAnd a volkswagen brain\nMy style be kind of old, like gold\nBut it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\nI like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\nSwift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\nNiggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\nMy flows are numerous like east valley murders\nBustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\nYou know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\nWith the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\nBut I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\nMy other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\nFuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\nWhoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\nAt rappin', we just attempt, and i\nPimp the flow like imp the dimp\nAnd I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\nThis is how it goes down, check out he sound\nWestcoast underground, who is the tightest?\nThe liks and whoridas\n\nTrust no one, smash, with my family do or die\nWhen we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\nWon't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\nI can't cross what a nigga need with greed\nSo I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\nWith this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\nTo buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\nBut don't put a thang on hold we roll\nWe stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\nGotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\nSit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\nFor sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\nIn my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\nSo many niggas ou there trying to be the man\nLike neon deion, got jacked like peons\nOn the front line for the first time\n\nHey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\nIt's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\nAnd to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\nBored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\nAnd host my own show\nCause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\nI'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\nSo slide some oil to these stiff mc's\nWhile I get into this style that bones like m 3's\nCause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\nEven oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\nI stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\nThe hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\nBut even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\nThat's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\nSo jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\nCause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\nI'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\nThat's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\nI am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\nThat keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\nI feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\nCause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit Ridas\n artist: Tha Alkaholiks ft. The Whoridas\n album: Likwidation\n duration_ms: 284267\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Whoridas. tha alkaholiks\n\n Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock\n With the master key, but the master key be me\n I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove\n And commence to roll, like a tire\n A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair\n Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'\n And we came prepared because I'm round hoe\n On the down low\n And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico\n From the o to mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know\n How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder\n So we smoke a hundered yarder, bogard, who ridin' marvin?\n No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'\n But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers\n You stick around and watch my money lay ya\n And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel\n On the way to bogel, but them busters always bumpin'\n They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press\n Hittin' hard like a tech on the target\n\n Scratching \"just grab the mic,? don't do it right.\"\n\n J-ro:\n J-ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'\n I'm trippin' like pippen, long hour sippin'\n Uh,? deep into books on my shelves\n I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves\n What good is a beautiful dame, with a royals royce frame\n And a volkswagen brain\n My style be kind of old, like gold\n But it's the reason why I still mold, c-notes in my bill fold\n I like my brew real cold, it's the ro-gram you with me\n Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes\n Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes\n My flows are numerous like east valley murders\n Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like rally's burgers\n You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro\n With the cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns\n But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun\n My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever\n Fuckin' with the likwit will get your head severed\n Whoridas get it poppin' lik buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job\n At rappin', we just attempt, and i\n Pimp the flow like imp the dimp\n And I run around 40's like my nigga shawn kemp, and I'm out\n\n This is how it goes down, check out he sound\n Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?\n The liks and whoridas\n\n Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die\n When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail\n Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed\n I can't cross what a nigga need with greed\n So I sit with walley, and make my plan till dividens will end\n With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick\n To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice\n But don't put a thang on hold we roll\n We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall\n Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash\n Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an arab\n For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh jesus\n In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand\n So many niggas ou there trying to be the man\n Like neon deion, got jacked like peons\n On the front line for the first time\n\n Hey, what's the big idea? put that gun away harry we have a deal.\n\n It's never too late to improve your barganing position.\n\n And to whom it my concern, it's tash turn to burn\n Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from howard stern\n And host my own show\n Cause tash is bout it bout when it's crowded\n I'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm guinestouted\n So slide some oil to these stiff mc's\n While I get into this style that bones like m 3's\n Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly\n Even oakland niggas ay \"tash is hella saucy\" (what!)\n I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions\n The hennessy is fuckin' with my vision\n But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind\n That's why I walk around l.a. with more hoes than ginuwine\n So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle\n Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle\n I'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'\n That's why you lookin' at me like \"tash is up to somethin'.\"\n I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall\n That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras\n I feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me\n Cause I go by the name of (catashtophy!)\n"},{"id":5530563,"name":"Likwit Fusion (Feat. Tha Alkaholiks & Defari)","trackName":"Likwit Fusion (Feat. Tha Alkaholiks & Defari)","artistName":"Lootpack","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote!","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Likwit Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\nI'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\nI know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\nCuz people, Rico got everything you need\nIf ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and\nThe zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland\nThis beat's not redundant off the SP1200,\nTash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman\nThe beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat,\nY'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n*Scratchin' \"Likwit Fusion\"*\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility back fired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\nGet\nYou was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\nLike a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\nJack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\nAs I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need\nID's\nWild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up\nWhen Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows\nNow uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\nBut you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew\nFemale virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex\nBut I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\nSo let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\nThis\n(Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n(Oh-Ooh)\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flows\nCan the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit Fusion (Feat. 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(Hell no)\n It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n And passing them out to everybody at the show\n I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n It's the return of the emcee\n So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n I still remember names and phrases\n And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n Flossy A's and money A's all night\n I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... 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(Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... 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Tha Alkaholiks & Defari\n artist: Lootpack\n album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote!'\n duration_ms: 286824\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know\n If my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know\n If y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know\n About the Likwit Crew, how will you know?\n\n Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\n I'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\n I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n Cuz people, Rico got everything you need\n If ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed\n I'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n With the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo\n The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and\n the zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland\n This beat's not redundant off the SP1200,\n Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman\n The beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat,\n Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T\n Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n *Scratchin' \"Likwit Fusion\"*\n\n Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n Their ineligibility back fired on their ability\n To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\n get\n You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\n Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\n Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\n As I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need\n ID's\n Wild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up\n When Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant\n All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n It's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows\n Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\n But you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew\n Female virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex\n But I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\n So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\n this\n (Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n (Oh-Ooh)\n\n Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n Go for what you know unless you got no flows\n Can the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)\n It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n And passing them out to everybody at the show\n I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n It's the return of the emcee\n So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n I still remember names and phrases\n And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n Flossy A's and money A's all night\n I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion\n"},{"id":40127506,"name":"Likwit Fusion (Feat. Defari & Tha Alkaholiks)","trackName":"Likwit Fusion (Feat. 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Hell no\nIt's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\nBefore I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\nLike a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\nIt's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\nRolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\nLooting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing 'em out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\nI get your body moving like a sauna\nFull of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\nComing like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\nGrab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\nI'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the MC\nSo Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\nTell the party people how you do what you do\n\nMy notebook's always in my brain\nI mean even if live my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\nDefari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nBossiers and Marniers all night\nI'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth\nBack at the lab, brand new singles or hits\nThis Lootpack shit is straight Liquid","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Likwit Fusion (Feat. Defari & Tha Alkaholiks)\n artist: Lootpack\n album: 'Ego Trip''s Greatest Hip Hop Singles: 1998'\n duration_ms: 286747\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n The Farrah Haru in the house\n What's up with all these wack niggas man\n Telling me about hits and shit\n They don't even know the meaning of no hit\n You know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\n Yo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\n Using MC's like the keys on the register\n Means multiple combinations I bring\n Me and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\n Who laughs first laughs least not last\n And I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\n My path, miraculous like calculus\n Pass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\n What, Lootpack coming through\n 'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\n Keep your forehead\n One at a time\n Liquid Crew\n Can y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\n Can y'all hear that?\n Now tell 'em Jack\n\n If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\n If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\n If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\n About the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\n Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\n The nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\n I'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\n I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n 'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\n If y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\n I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n With the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\n The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\n The zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n 'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\n Tash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\n The beats make me tweak every time I speak\n You can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\n The L-I-K, the W-I-T\n Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n Liquid\n\n Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n Their ineligibility backfired on their ability\n To step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\n Where pigs and props to get\n You was the only one with the mic in\n Your hand claiming you rock this shit\n Like a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\n Jack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\n As I get underground like CIA's, IB's\n Dope, I sees like cops always need ID's\n Wildchild come and kick a freestyle\n Yeah I make your head swell up when\n\n Hella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\n All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n It's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\n Now I speak it for my bros when we spit\n You shit and you still get mad fucking confused\n Messing with the Liquid Crew\n\n Female versions out there get gut props I like sex\n But I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\n So let's just break it (break it)\n Break it (break it)\n Break it down like this\n\n Break it (break it)\n Break it (break it)\n Break it down like this\n\n Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n Go for what you know unless you got no flow\n Can the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\n It's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\n Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\n Before I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\n Before I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\n Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n It's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\n Like a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\n It's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\n While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\n Keep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\n Rolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\n Looting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\n I be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\n And passing 'em out to everybody at the show\n I'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\n I get your body moving like a sauna\n Full of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\n While I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\n Coming like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\n Madlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\n Grab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\n I'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n It's the return of the MC\n So Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\n Tell the party people how you do what you do\n\n My notebook's always in my brain\n I mean even if live my mind forget a line\n I still remember names and phrases\n And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n That's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\n Defari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\n That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n Bossiers and Marniers all night\n I'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\n Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n And so I do teach the truth to the youth\n Back at the lab, brand new singles or hits\n This Lootpack shit is straight Liquid\n"},{"id":27844220,"name":"Likwit Ridas (feat. 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