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Hmm (hmmm).. |
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Shh-shh-shh-shh.. da-da da-da |
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Ohh, shit! Haha.. da-da da-da? |
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Da-da da-da (yeah like that) da-da da-da |
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(This how it go) da-da da-da? |
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Da-da da-da, da-da da-da |
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(Two thou' style) da-da da-da? |
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Da-da da-da, da-da da-da |
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[Tash] |
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Aiyyo Tha Alkies set the trends that the whole world follow |
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Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles |
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(Are you a role model?) Not, CaTash'll steal yo' beatbox |
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I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggaz with cheap shots |
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The gunner - Wonderman, Wonderwoman husband |
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The stunner - fuck with us y'all niggaz must be buzzin |
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I love it; we coulda been washed like dirty dishes |
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But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes |
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First I wished for health cause I be thinkin bout myself |
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I be drinkin by myself, livin shrinkin like an elf |
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Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account |
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Young niggaz with money, that's somethin we need to think about |
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Cause we could be the President, we could be the Senators |
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Right now niggaz think we just drug dealers and janitors |
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We big, that's big, we large, in charge |
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I told the Genie next I want a car like the stars |
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A Bentley, a Coupe, a truck with the OOP |
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With the three level seats for when it's time to scoop my group |
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I thirst, for loops, I told the Genie next |
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I want the King Tee albums plus Xzibit on cassette |
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Next, I told the Genie like it or not |
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Last wish I hope you die cause I want yo' spot |
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Tash come from rock bottom want funk beats we got 'em |
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I can bust my shit in spring you won't catch it 'til next autumn |
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We taught them niggaz how to rhyme this hot |
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We drink a lot, smoke a lot, da-da da-da, da-da da-da |
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[Chorus x2: Tha Liks] |
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.. da-da da-da? |
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Da-da da-da, da-da da-da |
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.. da-da da-da? |
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Da-da da-da, da-da da-da |
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[J-Ro] |
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Babylon and chron' - six foes on the line |
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Smashin down Avalon like a ghetto amazon |
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Brown-bagger; take it to the head like Marvin Hagler |
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Livin underground like a badger |
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Wall to wall like a tagger - original pants sagger |
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Bite my rhymes and your whole grill might shatter |
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Remi and Hennesey, fuckin up my bladder |
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If your girl say she know me then I probably got at her |
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Sometimes I'm hard to find like downtown parkin spaces |
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I'ma be old and grey and still flirtatious |
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Remove my shoes for foot races, primitive man ate fish |
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But MC's are the latest on my dish mentally spacious |
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You didn't create this so you, naturally hate this |
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Wait Miss, do you like what you see? How do you rate this? |
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Relax I'm not a rapist just, one of the greatest |
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Born winner hair full of basses opposite of weightless |
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Mastered the art of holdin bottles double-fisted |
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X.O Hennesey fifth, unassisted |
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We not promotin drinkin, we just havin some fun |
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Fuck it, we drink in Appleton and Nantucket |
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Mashin down Van Nuys, puffin stress in the bucket |
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Ghetto hip-hop for the public, you love it |
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At Lovitz, you love the Alkaholik wino |
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Pissin off the strippers up in the spearmint rhinos |
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[group laughter] |
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You like that? A like da da-da |
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[Chorus x1.5] |
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[E-Swift] |
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Okay, here we go, original, liquor sto' flow |
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Ghetto non-mellow pissy drunk alkapella yo' |
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Average, everyday around the hood fellows |
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Though we always bring the ruckus we some wild motherfuckers |
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Niggaz call me CPR - I help rap music breathe |
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With beats and rhymes you wouldn't believe |
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What I did is that you couldn't conceive |
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With a ho on each sleeve with a crew of niggaz rollin on D's |
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It's them Alkaholik niggaz flowin with the toilet niggaz |
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Party-crashin raid-thrashin beer-smashin brolic niggaz |
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Peers drinkin irrational thinkin don't give a fuck about nuttin |
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Blame it on the alcohol consumption |
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Yeah we overdid it, I had to admit it |
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It's Tha Likwid, we underground rap music's prime ticket |
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Sick wid it, E-Swift be quick with it |
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Everytime I spit it forget it, y'all need to quit it |
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(Sing it!) |
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[Chorus] |
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[ad libs of Chorus] [ad libs to fade] |
