[{"id":9405331,"name":"Likwit Ridas","trackName":"Likwit Ridas","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\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? 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":25459797,"name":"Likwit Ridas","trackName":"Likwit Ridas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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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":10270671,"name":"Likwit Ridas","trackName":"Likwit Ridas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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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":27844220,"name":"Likwit Ridas (feat. 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