Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sickness, artist - Tash. Album song Publicity Stunt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sterling World
Song language: English
Sickness |
You ready? |
Are you ready? |
Aiyyo, we need some beer to the stage quick |
(Quick, quick, quick) |
Alkaholiks on the set, y’all ready? |
Uhh |
Aiyyo, it’s six million drinks to try, choose one |
So you can catch a buzz while Likwid show you how it’s done |
Bouncin' off the walls is just my niggaz havin' fun |
With all these weak niggaz, why the fuck’d we lose Pun? |
Damn! |
It’s a trip to see the world twist around us |
But Tha Alkaholik clique A.K.A. |
The 40 Downers |
Gets twisty, twisty, yak and brews |
Black Rob flows is «Whoa!», Tha Liks is like «Whoo!» |
Is there a doctor in the house 'cause somebody gonna need him? |
Tash fight for his right to party, I need my freedom |
So I can drink in public without the cops eyein' me |
F.B.I. |
spyin' me cause everybody buyin' me |
I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks |
But before I put it down all I need is a fix |
Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days |
And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed |
I’m like a sickness, I’m like a sickness but there is no cure |
And when you hear my voice don’t it sound so pure? |
Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' |
So whether we together kickin' down the doors |
From Lake Buteras to Paris generic rappers get embarrassed |
We inherit B-boy Sermons just like Erick’s |
Liks been flowin' longer than your grandparent’s marriage |
Eatin' buzzed brownies more than Bugs eat carrots |
Kick back in the 'Llac like a horse and a carriage |
Spittin' «The Facts of Life» more than Tudy and Ms. Garrett |
When I’m runnin' my errands, Dayton rims feel like Ferris |
Get socked in your larynx, if yo' ass get careless |
Aiyyo, who stole the soul? |
I did 'cause I was desperate |
Send a random note to Loud, I want a million for my next shit |
I know you got the money, Steve, just reach into that grab bag |
Then step back and watch me drop these «Bombs On Baghdad» |
'Cause Tash rap melodical, drunk periodical |
Niggaz think they hot but I’m seein' they ain’t got it though |
I’m from L.A., you from Idaho, no skills you gotta go |
Fo' albums deep, so y’all motherfuckers gotta know |
We birds of a feather so we smoke together |
Tha Liks and Rocwilder gonna choke whoever |
Ain’t in this motherfucker comin' raw dog style |
Hold my drink, Mr. Tan, while I jump in the crowd |
I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks |
But before I put it down all I need is a fix |
Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days |
And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed |
I’m like a sickness, I’m like a sickness but there is no cure |
And when you hear my voice don’t it sound so pure |
Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' |
So whether we together kickin' down the doors |
Excuse my gutter language, but fuck bein' famous |
Ro bust for nameless don of rhymin' China chainless |
Olde English ancient drive Chevys with paint chips |
I breathe herb, so they say my words is tainted |
Let’s take it back to «Colors», get your face painted with fat caps |
I got more rhymes in my mind than you can fit in your backpacks |
Go 'head, eat 'em up like snack packs |
I stay busy like crack shacks |
I like my hoes with the lickable toes |
And the silver dollar nipples that be pokin' out the clothes |
Now I suppose you want flows like MackinRo’s |
'Cause you be standin' on the stage at all our motherfuckin' shows |
James Robinson, even my name is dominant |
Lyrics astonishin' from the Likwid Conglomerate |
My crew in it, I’m in it, so we remain prominent |
Rap game I’m bombin' it, it’s too much Uncle Tom in it |
I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks |
But before I put it down all I need is a fix |
Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days |
And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed |
I’m like a sickness, I’m like a sickness but there is no cure |
And when you hear my voice don’t it sound so pure |
Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' |
So whether we together kickin' down the doors |
I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks |
But before I put it down all I need is a fix |
Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days |
And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed |
I’m like a sickness, I’m like a sickness but there is no cure |
And when you hear my voice don’t it sound so pure |
Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' |
So whether we together kickin' down the doors |