Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killin It, artist - Tha Alkaholiks. Album song Bar Tab, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Killin It |
Ahh, ahh |
I be killin it (why Tash?) cause I be feelin it |
I get money so no need for stealin it |
I work diligent beneath the Earth’s soil |
Where I write rhymes so fresh it’s like I wrapped my styles in foil |
But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it’s freezing |
Cause I from the Likwid crew where we got drinks for every season |
Maybe that’s the reason why I live high all July |
And the place I buy my beer is callin in for more supply |
Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no |
Maybe niggas got some friends that wanna battle for some dough |
If you know somebody holla, cause I take those extra dollars |
Split that shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala |
And lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese |
Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys |
And say, 'Nigga that’s yours, cause you opened up doors |
Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour |
So God bless ya, never let this rap pressure test ya |
You know who got your back when them other niggas sweat ya' |
So check uno dos while I roast this coast a toast |
When it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the most |
I be killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it) |
Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya niggas feelin it |
Killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it) |
J-Ro is up next to flow |
Dat’s me |
I be killin it (killin it) when I be feelin it |
Got rum in my cup, best believe I won’t be spillin it |
Yo Xzibit (whattup Ro) I got to know |
Do I got that Likwid flow (oh fo' sho') well here I go |
Mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater |
I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche two-seater |
I’m from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears |
And Astro-vans with swivel chairs hoes come in pairs |
Plus, makin money’s in my genes |
That’s why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravin |
My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash |
My mouth craves the brew, and my Johnson craves the ass |
Who’s on blast, Tha Liks baby, don’t twist it |
Just rock it, got your girl’s number in my change pocket |
What’s her name Stella, if she’s on me kinda hella |
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? |
is what I tell her |
I get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get loose |
Wack MC’s are like? |
brown guts?, they have no use |
I just got off the court, where I was whoopin some cats |
In basketball, here’s a question that I have to ask y’all |
Who be killin it, is it the ladies? |
Who be killin it, is it the fellas? |
Who be killin it, is it the b-boys? |
Who be killin it, is it the gangsters? |
Who be killin it, is it the rastas? |
Who be killin it, killin it, killin it, killin it… |
See I be killin it, yeah, when I be feelin it |
This is dedicated to the niggas that be stealin shit |
Straight from the bottom of my black-ass heart |
The untamed feel no shame, on top of the game |
Mr. Big Bad Insane, black John McClane |
Look listen and learn, you only get what you earn |
So I’ma hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke |
Go straight for the throat, we known for rockin the boat |
It’s hard to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts |
Tryin to stack like King Tut, and still bang the microphone up |
Demandin, clear lane for crash landin |
If anything I’m guaranteed to be the Last Man Standing |
Pick a number motherfucker whassup? |
The circumstance make you shit in your pants, and we advance |
As an avalanche of soul, and everything that shine ain’t gold |
Just cause niggas got brew don’t make em nickel proof |
My record contract reads hit man for hire |
Xzibit showin grace under fire |
Tha Alkaholiks killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it) |
Tha Liks rock that shit that have all y’all niggas feelin it |
Once again, feelin it |
Killin it (killin it) drillin it (drillin it) |
What, yeah, bring it live with the… yeah |
Feelin it (feelin it) killin it (killin it) |
Like this |
Party down, party down, party down! |
Bringin it live once again, yeah, cause I be killin it |
(What, stabbin it, beatin it, yeah) |
Y’all niggas ain’t heard no shit like this out the West coast |
Say what, wha-what, wha-what what? |
I say what, wha-what, wha-what what? |
It’s the likwid crew |
We be killin it, uhh, cause we be feelin it… |
Say what, say what, say what wha-what wha-what what? |