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[J-Ro]YaaYeahIt's the return of three drunk mothafuckasHuh, yeahIt's Tha LiksWe gots Stan the guitar man in the houseMothacluckaUh-uhWhat?[Verse 1: J-Ro]I'm sick like a sore throat swallowDrunk act to followI'll make the whole bottle hollow (What a ride)Rollin' wit' a open containerAnd one in the chamberTen Likwit CD's in the changerBettin' wages on the LakersYo' squad is in dangerHoes go two ways these days like my pagerSay Hoe, my name is J-RoOh, you didn't know? (No)Well, fuck you then!I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tatsHit the eightball like Minnesota fatsGot more ? than biceps, relaxPure hoes jockin' in the studio flatsWhen I'm in the house, take off the wave cap for hatsGot scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da BratRaised in the valley of the shadow of deathSo I fear none, time to ?[Chorus]We are Tha AlkaholiksIt's last call, can we get anotha round?We are Tha AlkaholiksAnd I know ya like the way it's goin' down[Verse 2: Tash]So all the ladies to the LimoIt's Tha Alkaholik car poolLyrics bang from thirty feetTo blow y'all niggas off your bar stoolWe back, to wet'chaThe flawless, the wallusRegardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks[Tha Liks]We the same three niggas that be makin' the noiseDoin' donuts in Ferrari's, like some drunk hot boysDo or die foolStraight from the home of where we spark fromWhere the weed'll leave ya dizzyLike a tranquelizer dart gunThe L, not to be confused with TinsletownWell, I made a million dollars off this shit I penciled downFlashy Tashy, be gunnin' from the worsest allianceAnd when I die, I'ma donate all my verses to scienceDo the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lonesarkYou be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own markI'm sober and justice, why this is my yearScreamin' "Party over here, fuck y'all over there!"(Party over here, fuck y'all over there!)[Chorus][Verse 3: J-Ro]King Tee started it off, and then came Tha LiksThen Xzibit added hot done proda to the mixThen Defari, "Hey you!"Comin' through, Likwit CrewAnd ? gets the broom, who can sin it?Who can sin it?Twisted and been itBut if the funk ain't in itMy DJ always submitted to spin itIf I said that I meant itDon't get'cha mouth pin it in ?We feelin' with a penny, represent it[Verse 4: Tash]If it don't say Likwit, then you won't get bentAiyyo, dollars and cents, make the world just awkwardGot niggas in the hood, livin' next to their doctorI'm a rowdy, mic-rocker, since the age of twenty-twoIn the video, flossin', like "This could be you"Likwit Crew, do it up, 'til the wheels fall offUnlike these other niggas, that had it and lost itWe stayed in the game, stayed hotTurned up the flame"Y'all know the name"[Chorus 2x]more free lyrics