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[Tash]You ready? Are you ready?Aiyyo we need some beer to the stage quick (quick-quick-quick..)Alkaholiks on the set (oooh-OOOH!)Y'all ready? (ooh-OOP!) Uhh..Aiyyo it's six million drinks to try, choose oneSo you can catch a buzz while Likwid show you how it's doneBouncin off the walls is just my niggaz havin funWith all these weak niggaz, why the fuck'd we lose Pun?Damn it's a trip to see the world twist around usBut Tha Alkaholik clique, a.k.a. the 40 downersgets twisty, twisty, yak and brewsBlack Rob flows is "Whoa!", Tha Liks is like "Whoo!"Is there a doctor in the house cause somebody gonna need himTash fight for his right to party, I need my freedomSo I can drink in public without the cops eyein meF.B.I. spyin me cause everybody buyin me[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]I got drunk and got down with Tha LiksBut before I put it down all I need is a fixNow bust a nut - I rhymes aways on different daysAnd everybody wonder how I stay so blazedI'm like a sickness; I'm like a sickness but there is no cureAnd when you hear my voice don't it sound so pureTha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho'So whether we together kickin down the doors[J-Ro]From Lake Buteras to Paris generic rappers get embarassedWe inherit b-boy Sermons just like Erick'sLiks been flowin longer than your grandparent's marriageEatin buzzed brownies more than Bugs eat carrotsKick back in the 'llac like a horse and a carriageSpittin "The Facts of Life" more than Tudy and Ms. GarrettWhen I'm runnin my errands Dayton rims feel like FerrisGet socked in your larynx, if yo' ass get careless[Tash]Aiyyo who stole the soul? I did cause I was desperateSend a random note to Loud - I want a million for my next shitI know you got the money Steve just reach into that grab bagThen step back and watch me drop these "Bombs On Baghdad"Cause Tash rap melodical, drunk periodicalNiggaz think they hot but I'm seein they ain't got it thoughI'm from L.A. you from Idaho, no skills you gotta goFo' albums deep, so y'all motherfuckers gotta knowWe birds of a feather so we, smoke togetherTha Liks and Rocwilder gonna, choke whoeverain't in this motherfucker comin raw dog styleHold my drink Mr. Tan while I jump in the crowd[Chorus][J-Ro]Excuse my gutter language, but fuck bein famousRo bust for nameless don of rhymin china chainlessOlde English ancient drive Chevy's with paint chipsI breathe herb, so they say my words is taintedLet's take it back to "Colors" get your face painted with fat capsI got more rhymes in my mind than you can fit in your backpacksGo 'head, eat 'em up like snack packsI stay busy like crack shacksI like my hoes with the lickable toesAnd the silver dollar nipples that be pokin out the clothesNow I suppose you want flows like MackinRo'sCause you be standin on the stage at all our motherfuckin showsJames Robinson, even my name is dominantLyrics astonishin from the Likwid ConglomerateMy crew in it, I'm in it, so we remain prominentRap game I'm bombin it, it's too much Uncle Tom in it[Chorus] - 2Xmore