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Tha Alkaholiks |
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Miscellaneous |
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Coast II Coast |
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Tha Alkaholiks---Coast II Coast |
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Intro: |
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From city to city, coast II coast |
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Friday night is the night they like to party the most |
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(We came, to rock, for everybody) |
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From city to city, coast II coast |
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Friday night is the night they like to party the most |
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From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all) |
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Friday night is the night they like to party the most |
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Verse One: Tash |
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(From city to city, coast II coast) |
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I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost |
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Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like [walkie talkies] |
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So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee |
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Off the hook with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio |
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(Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo |
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So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels |
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Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles |
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So nod to the oddness as the story gets told |
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While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold |
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Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses |
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The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses |
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I bust my ************t and peel! Grab my wheels of steel |
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If y'all ******z can't feel me than y'all ******z ain't real |
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I hit so hard the WBC |
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Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me |
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Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on ******roles |
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Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals |
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And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute |
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(Now the party didn't start) Till the Liks walked in it |
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Chorus: |
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From city to city, coast II coast |
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Friday night is the night they like to party the most |
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All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all |
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When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y'all |
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From city to city, coast II coast |
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Friday night is the night they like to party the most |
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All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all |
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(from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right y'all |
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Verse Two: J-Ro |
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Yeah... check out my Ro-gram |
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Since I was a kid I got darker |
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I write rhymes so phat I need a marker |
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My style gets bit like Peter Parker |
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If imitation is the greatest form of flattery... |
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...punk don't flatter me |
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I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks |
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Chicks love them light-skinned rap ******z called the Liks |
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Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells |
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You never even heard Rock the Bells |
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My cash flows, like a bloody nose |
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It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows |
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I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin |
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Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where I'm eatin |
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Your style is like *do Do DOO* out of service |
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The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC's be gettin nervous |
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I never take falls, I got more ****** than pre-hauls |
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I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws |
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Never ever find the fool that stole my brew |
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(I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty things to you) |
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Don't lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me |
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If you choose the real ************t you can't refuse me |
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Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap |
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I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp |
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And I, could, just, go, all, the, way |
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On Friday |
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Interlude: |
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Yo whassup baby!!! |
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Yo wasn't that your ****** there performin? |
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Nah nah that wasn't him |
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Yo it was mad ******z in that piece yo |
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What? What was they mad about? |
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...Yo kid |
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Kid?!! I'm old enough to be your uncle, heh |
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Anyway, where the BUD at? |
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Sorry we do not drink! |
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What the hell you talkin bout we don't drink |
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I mean the chronic |
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Oh you wanna smoke a L or sumthin? |
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An L? ****** is that? |
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Man, word |
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Nathin |
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Who the ****** is Nate, tell him |
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It's Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true... |
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Chorus: |
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From city to city, coast II coast |
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Friday night is the night they like to party the most |
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And there's so many ******z on the planet left to rock yo |
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don't be surprised when we rappin on your block |
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From city to city, coast II coast |
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Friday night is the night they like to party the most |
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To all the hoses and all the third-leggers |
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We comin old school like biscuits and Kreggers |
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Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash |
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Yo, first they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby |
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But I'm just a ****** kickin me ************t like Reggie Roby |
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My name ain't Toby call me J-to the |
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Talk on my cellular telly got a belly like Buddah |
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I ain't Barry Gordy's son but I Rock(s)well |
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When I eat Jamaican food I get the ox tail |
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Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us |
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I should kick my foot through your wind************eld like Chuck Norris |
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I jump out the bushes and ambush your crew |
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Push you and moosh you like a ************, what you wanna do |
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It's round two ****** I'm showin no love |
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It's like a heavyweight match, but without the gloves |
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You just can't rock a show, you're too quick to fatigue |
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I think you ain't busy since Red was in seas |
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You need to put a little more thought into your writin |
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Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened |
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So stop biting what your mouth can't chew |
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A nova eat you but my DJ flow better than you |
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But when I go to set it call the closest paramedic |
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Cause you faker than that mother****** jewelry that's cosmetic |
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So hold on to your seats while I rock these beats |
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Cause these are just the repeats of our amazing feats |
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Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like world records |
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So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected |
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And we O... W... T... |
