| You ready? |
| Are you ready?
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| Aiyyo, we need some beer to the stage quick
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| (Quick, quick, quick)
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| Alkaholiks on the set, y’all ready? |
| Uhh
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| Aiyyo, it’s six million drinks to try, choose one
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| So you can catch a buzz while Likwid show you how it’s done
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| Bouncin' off the walls is just my niggaz havin' fun
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| With all these weak niggaz, why the fuck’d we lose Pun?
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| Damn! |
| It’s a trip to see the world twist around us
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| But Tha Alkaholik clique A.K.A. |
| The 40 Downers
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| Gets twisty, twisty, yak and brews
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| Black Rob flows is «Whoa!», Tha Liks is like «Whoo!»
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| Is there a doctor in the house 'cause somebody gonna need him?
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| Tash fight for his right to party, I need my freedom
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| So I can drink in public without the cops eyein' me
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| F.B.I. |
| spyin' me cause everybody buyin' me
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| I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks
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| But before I put it down all I need is a fix
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| Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days
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| And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed
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| I’m like a sickness, I’m like a sickness but there is no cure
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| And when you hear my voice don’t it sound so pure?
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| Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho'
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| So whether we together kickin' down the doors
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| From Lake Buteras to Paris generic rappers get embarrassed
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| We inherit B-boy Sermons just like Erick’s
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| Liks been flowin' longer than your grandparent’s marriage
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| Eatin' buzzed brownies more than Bugs eat carrots
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| Kick back in the 'Llac like a horse and a carriage
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| Spittin' «The Facts of Life» more than Tudy and Ms. Garrett
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| When I’m runnin' my errands, Dayton rims feel like Ferris
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| Get socked in your larynx, if yo' ass get careless
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| Aiyyo, who stole the soul? |
| I did 'cause I was desperate
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| Send a random note to Loud, I want a million for my next shit
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| I know you got the money, Steve, just reach into that grab bag
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| Then step back and watch me drop these «Bombs On Baghdad»
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| 'Cause Tash rap melodical, drunk periodical
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| Niggaz think they hot but I’m seein' they ain’t got it though
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| I’m from L.A., you from Idaho, no skills you gotta go
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| Fo' albums deep, so y’all motherfuckers gotta know
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| We birds of a feather so we smoke together
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| Tha Liks and Rocwilder gonna choke whoever
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| Ain’t in this motherfucker comin' raw dog style
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| Hold my drink, Mr. Tan, while I jump in the crowd
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| I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks
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| But before I put it down all I need is a fix
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| Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days
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| And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed
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| I’m like a sickness, I’m like a sickness but there is no cure
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| And when you hear my voice don’t it sound so pure
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| Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho'
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| So whether we together kickin' down the doors
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| Excuse my gutter language, but fuck bein' famous
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| Ro bust for nameless don of rhymin' China chainless
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| Olde English ancient drive Chevys with paint chips
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| I breathe herb, so they say my words is tainted
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| Let’s take it back to «Colors», get your face painted with fat caps
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| I got more rhymes in my mind than you can fit in your backpacks
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| Go 'head, eat 'em up like snack packs
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| I stay busy like crack shacks
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| I like my hoes with the lickable toes
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| And the silver dollar nipples that be pokin' out the clothes
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| Now I suppose you want flows like MackinRo’s
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| 'Cause you be standin' on the stage at all our motherfuckin' shows
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| James Robinson, even my name is dominant
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| Lyrics astonishin' from the Likwid Conglomerate
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| My crew in it, I’m in it, so we remain prominent
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| Rap game I’m bombin' it, it’s too much Uncle Tom in it
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| I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks
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| But before I put it down all I need is a fix
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| Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days
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| And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed
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| I’m like a sickness, I’m like a sickness but there is no cure
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| And when you hear my voice don’t it sound so pure
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| Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho'
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| So whether we together kickin' down the doors
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| I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks
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| But before I put it down all I need is a fix
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| Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days
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| And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed
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| I’m like a sickness, I’m like a sickness but there is no cure
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| And when you hear my voice don’t it sound so pure
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| Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho'
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| So whether we together kickin' down the doors |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sickness , by - Tash. Song from the album Publicity Stunt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп