Hm (hm)
Shh-shh-shh-shh da-da da-da
Ohh, shit! Haha da-da da-da?
Da-da da-da (yeah like that) da-da da-da
(This how it go) da-da da-da?
Da-da da-da, da-da da-da
(Two thou' style) da-da da-da?
Da-da da-da, da-da da-da

Aye yo Tha Alkies set the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
(Are you a role model?) Not, CaTash'll steal yo' beatbox
I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggas with cheap shots
The gunner, Wonderman, Wonderwoman husband
The stunner, fuck with us y'all niggas must be buzzin'
I love it, we coulda been washed like dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggas with money, that's somethin' we need to think about
Cause we could be the President, we could be the Senators
Right now niggas think we just drug dealers and janitors
We big, that's big, we large, in charge
I told the Genie next I want a car like the stars
A Bentley, a Coupe, a truck with the OOP
With the three level seats for when it's time to scoop my group
I thirst, for loops, I told the Genie next
I want the King Tee albums plus Xzibit on cassette
Next, I told the Genie like it or not
Last wish I hope you die 'cause I want yo' spot
Tash come from rock bottom want funk beats we got 'em
I can bust my shit in spring you won't catch it 'til next autumn
We taught them niggas how to rhyme this hot
We drink a lot, smoke a lot, da-da da-da, da-da da-da

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da-da da-da?
Da-da da-da, da-da da-da
da-da da-da?
Da-da da-da, da-da da-da

Babylon and chron', six foes on the line
Smashin down Avalon like a ghetto amazon
Brown-bagger, take it to the head like Marvin Hagler
Livin' underground like a badger
Wall to wall like a tagger, original pants sagger
Bite my rhymes and your whole grill might shatter
Remi and Hennesey, fuckin' up my bladder
If your girl say she know me then I probably got at her
Sometimes I'm hard to find like downtown parkin' spaces
I'ma be old and gray and still flirtatious
Remove my shoes for foot races, primitive man ate fish
But MC's are the latest on my dish mentally spacious
You didn't create this so you, naturally hate this
Wait Miss, do you like what you see? How do you rate this?
Relax I'm not a rapist just, one of the greatest
Born winner hair full of basses opposite of weightless
Mastered the art of holdin' bottles double-fisted
X.O Hennesey fifth, unassisted
We not promotin' drinkin', we just havin' some fun
Fuck it, we drink in Appleton and Nantucket
Mashin' down Van Nuys, puffin stress in the bucket
Ghetto hip-hop for the public, you love it
At Lovitz, you love the Alkaholik wino
Pissin' off the strippers up in the spearmint rhinos

You like that? A like da da-da

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Shh-shh-shh-shh da-da da-da
Ohh, shit! Haha da-da da-da?
Da-da da-da (yeah like that) da-da da-da

Okay, here we go, original, liquor sto' flow
Ghetto non-mellow pissy drunk alkapella yo'
Average, everyday around the hood fellows
Though we always bring the ruckus we some wild motherfuckers
Niggas call me CPR, I help rap music breathe
With beats and rhymes you wouldn't believe
What I did is that you couldn't conceive
With a ho on each sleeve with a crew of niggas rollin' on D's
It's them Alkaholik niggas flowin with the toilet niggas
Party-crashin' raid-thrashin' beer-smashin' brolic niggas
Peers drinkin' irrational thinkin' don't give a fuck about nothin'
Blame it on the alcohol consumption
Yeah we overdid it, I had to admit it
It's Tha Likwid, we underground rap music's prime ticket
Sick wid it, E-Swift be quick with it
Every time I spit it forget it, y'all need to quit it
(Sing it!)

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Writer : ERIC BROOKS, JAMES ROBINSON, RICO SMITH
Copyright : Lyrics © CHRYSALIS SONGS