Verse One: J-Ro And this is how we run it down the line E-Swift is second, I'm first to rhyme The bottle's half full, is it yours or mine Get a cup and we can get drunk, at the same time Put on your good clothes, when I come around I'm all the way down like the brown brown I be kickin Up in my town pickin up another pound for the weigh in The Earth is a great place to visit but I ain't stayin Don't stop like brakes to the metal I brush my teeth with Amaretto (say what?) I got that Operation PUSH, move from in front of me I be the first rapper PMD seen, livin comfortably In forty-eight states, light the board I kick that kind of shit yo' ass can't afford Cause you broke, you need to go for a smoke And think about ya problems while you toke (ha ha) Who you tellin, we did more shows than Aaron Spelling Leavin Las Vegas likwid funk is what you smellin This is the track that broke your moms back I was on the dancefloor I heard it crack, do you like it? Chorus: Alkaholiks "Yeah" we bout to put it down like this aight? "Aight!" "This is Likwidation from the West, one two" "Yeah" we bout to fuck it up like this aight? "Aight!" "Likwidation one two" "Yeah" we bout to Likwidate the whole world aight? "Aight!" "Likwidation one two" "Yeah" the music get you drunk like this aight? "Aight!" "Likwidation from the West" Verse Two: E-Swift Sometimes I rhyme drunk, sometimes I rhyme sober (yeah) I never need no gimmicks and shit, to get me over Just a couple crates to rock all fifty states And overseas, nigga please, this is Likwid MC's (and they drunk) Comin up like a feature presentation While my Likwidation Liks be wettin the nation On the two turntables I would say I'm nice Destroy any mic device precise like Glen Rice Prepare for the storm everytime we perform We be the most inebriated MC's, ever born That leave your speakers torn, it's Tha Liks Everything we Liks is a classic, your shit sound plastic Me bein wack is like no Latins in Manhattan It just won't happen, long as E-Swift is rappin So while y'all waitin for my crew to fall I'll be chartin number one sayin fuck alla y'all (Do you like it?) Chorus Verse Three: Tash, J-Ro So while the MC's persist to try to bust like this I'm so slick I drop the mic and jump back and kiss my wrist Cause I mix words and match em, I chase words and catch em The A in Alkaholiks stands for All About the Action And that's the whole attraction to skip to my shit Rock the mic in my palm beyond ad-e-quate Shit split with the cheese and the H-O-E's The ones I only call at night *keys jangling* you know my low keys While downin Olde E's with the Likwid MC's The crew that takes the party higher than the flyin trapeze Then drops ya to the Earth without no safety net to catch ya All y'all can say is Likwid wrecked ya, so let the Good times roll, pass the glass and the Remi To the nigga that's been rockin since Heavy D was skinny And we can show ya how we run it down the line (Xzibit: So how the fuck ya feelin Tash?) I'm feelin fine But don't play me closely, just pass me that Olde E And I'ma hit that shit and pass it down to Easy Mo Bee Not askin you to show me, I'm tellin you to show me The you know what, before I fuck shit up
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