| Song | L-I-K-S |
| Artist | Tha Alkaholiks |
| Album | X.O. Experience |
| 作曲 : Brooks, Robinson, Smith | |
| Ha ha, hahaha! Straight ignorance at it's finest | |
| We got the rowdy ass Alkaholik boys in the house tonight | |
| They brought they homeboys the Animal House to come fuck witch'all | |
| Animal House full of skateboarders, headbangers, slang bashers | |
| Y'know, check me out | |
| Aiyyo Tha Liks work beats like Custom Auto | |
| When the fans hear the name they straight rush a bottle | |
| It's two-thou' now niggaz what's the motto? | |
| (Keep it pourin motherfucker) ahh 'til it hurts to swallow | |
| I got a Rollo-ass style with no strings attached | |
| If you ain't come to battle don't bring yo' raps | |
| It's Tha Liks baby, yeah yeah the same team | |
| Yo Swift, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means | |
| [E-Swift] | |
| Aight | |
| (L) Lush, lewd | |
| Leanin on the ledge of the bar, loud rowdy and rude | |
| Longevity, lots of enegry | |
| Legendary Likwid Crew for life, large following | |
| (I) Illustrious, impressive | |
| In your rap section, not imperfection | |
| International, inner city nigga | |
| I'm the truth in the isolated booth, idolize my group | |
| (K) K.O. niggaz | |
| Who keep runnin off at the mouth, keep it bouncin down South | |
| We stay keyed, keep on givin the fans what they need | |
| Keep it rough for these streets (Swift) | |
| (S) So inebriated, so faded | |
| So underrated, so concentrated | |
| So focused, so much ambition | |
| So much recognition, that's the definition of | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (L).. to the motherfuckin (I).. to the motherfuckin | |
| (K).. to the motherfuckin (S).. what comes next? It's the | |
| (L).. to the motherfuckin (I).. to the motherfuckin | |
| (K).. to the motherfuckin (S).. what comes next? | |
| [Tash] | |
| So when Tha Liks is on the set it's that same shit perpetual | |
| A gang of rookie niggaz tryin to drink against professionals | |
| But y'all bow down around drink six | |
| When you seein nine of us but it's only three Liks | |
| Headbangin beats leaves necks with pinched nerves | |
| Tash slurs word serves when I'm sippin C-derb | |
| But y'all already know what's the name of my team | |
| So yo J, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means | |
| [J-Ro] | |
| (L) Los Angeles, lyrical manhandlers | |
| Got ladies laid up in the lab, livin skanless | |
| For the love of brew, younger son named Lou | |
| Likwid niggaz in the party laminate your whole body | |
| (I) I'm usin alcohol infusion | |
| You idiots get bruised cause you choosin an illusion | |
| How can I be inhumane? | |
| In a world full of animals I'm pure like Iverson handles | |
| (K) You know you better kneel to Likwid Knights | |
| We down with the King plus we knit real tight | |
| We got the knack to make knots, leave me the fuck alone | |
| Before I break you down from kneecaps to knuckle bones | |
| (S) Shit you done walked into a storm | |
| We reign seven feet above the norm | |
| Pull it over to the side, I'm slip slidin and swervin | |
| Servin this broad in a suburban, I hit her with the | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (L).. (I).. [music fades] |
| zuò qǔ : Brooks, Robinson, Smith | |
| Ha ha, hahaha! Straight ignorance at it' s finest | |
| We got the rowdy ass Alkaholik boys in the house tonight | |
| They brought they homeboys the Animal House to come fuck witch' all | |
| Animal House full of skateboarders, headbangers, slang bashers | |
| Y' know, check me out | |
| Aiyyo Tha Liks work beats like Custom Auto | |
| When the fans hear the name they straight rush a bottle | |
| It' s twothou' now niggaz what' s the motto? | |
| Keep it pourin motherfucker ahh ' til it hurts to swallow | |
| I got a Rolloass style with no strings attached | |
| If you ain' t come to battle don' t bring yo' raps | |
| It' s Tha Liks baby, yeah yeah the same team | |
| Yo Swift, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means | |
| ESwift | |
| Aight | |
| L Lush, lewd | |
| Leanin on the ledge of the bar, loud rowdy and rude | |
| Longevity, lots of enegry | |
| Legendary Likwid Crew for life, large following | |
| I Illustrious, impressive | |
| In your rap section, not imperfection | |
| International, inner city nigga | |
| I' m the truth in the isolated booth, idolize my group | |
| K K. O. niggaz | |
| Who keep runnin off at the mouth, keep it bouncin down South | |
| We stay keyed, keep on givin the fans what they need | |
| Keep it rough for these streets Swift | |
| S So inebriated, so faded | |
| So underrated, so concentrated | |
| So focused, so much ambition | |
| So much recognition, that' s the definition of | |
| Chorus | |
| L.. to the motherfuckin I.. to the motherfuckin | |
| K.. to the motherfuckin S.. what comes next? It' s the | |
| L.. to the motherfuckin I.. to the motherfuckin | |
| K.. to the motherfuckin S.. what comes next? | |
| Tash | |
| So when Tha Liks is on the set it' s that same shit perpetual | |
| A gang of rookie niggaz tryin to drink against professionals | |
| But y' all bow down around drink six | |
| When you seein nine of us but it' s only three Liks | |
| Headbangin beats leaves necks with pinched nerves | |
| Tash slurs word serves when I' m sippin Cderb | |
| But y' all already know what' s the name of my team | |
| So yo J, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means | |
| JRo | |
| L Los Angeles, lyrical manhandlers | |
| Got ladies laid up in the lab, livin skanless | |
| For the love of brew, younger son named Lou | |
| Likwid niggaz in the party laminate your whole body | |
| I I' m usin alcohol infusion | |
| You idiots get bruised cause you choosin an illusion | |
| How can I be inhumane? | |
| In a world full of animals I' m pure like Iverson handles | |
| K You know you better kneel to Likwid Knights | |
| We down with the King plus we knit real tight | |
| We got the knack to make knots, leave me the fuck alone | |
| Before I break you down from kneecaps to knuckle bones | |
| S Shit you done walked into a storm | |
| We reign seven feet above the norm | |
| Pull it over to the side, I' m slip slidin and swervin | |
| Servin this broad in a suburban, I hit her with the | |
| Chorus | |
| L.. I.. music fades |