All bitches come and kick it with me
Weed smokers come and hit it with me
Alkaholiks come and sip it with me
Uh-huh, Alkaholiks come and hit it with me
(Tell 'em about yo'self Tash)
Alkies come and kick it with me
(I said tell 'em about yo'self Tash)
Say what folk? Say what? Aight, yo

I got a passion for fashion, fast cars and livin' triflin'
A sweet tooth for mic booths hoes and "Rap Life'n" it
Everybody know Big Tash is unstoppable
Flashy Tashy fly assassin poppin' everything that's poppable
Pop a collar, pop a wheelie, pop up at yo' house
Poppin' bottles in your lawn, tell your pops you're goin' out
Hip-Hop no doubt that's what it's about
But I'ma tell y'all niggas once, y'all better read my mouth
Fuck bein broke, 'cause bein broke ain't no joke
Broke niggas always askin to smoke
Let me bust y'all down with a West coast heater
If y'all girls is gettin' hot, throw on my wife beater
Drink a whole liter, get buzzed and clown
? might wobble but he don't fall down
Peace to Dogg Pound, let's have some fun
Tha Alkaholiks in this bitch off that one-five-one

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I, am a, Alkaholik nigga
Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
Move back I'm off that one-fifty-one right
Stumblin, throwin' up, just lost my eyesight
I, am a, Alkaholik nigga
Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
Bang hoes that want new clothes but get nada
Ah-hah-ha-ha, ha-hah-ha, ha-ha

Make 'em shout, now how the fuck we gonna work it out?
Turn it out, we'll smash and bang and blow a circuit out
Alkies, we heat the party to the third degree
Fuck with me, then I'll beat you down verbally
Here we come, Tha Liks ain't never been the ones to run
Just for fun, puttin' Remi in our water guns
Where ya at, puffin hash in the fuckin' ?
Fuck that, most rappers I don't even really feel 'em
Likwid MC's, flow like the breeze blowin' through the trees
You know my steez, I burn bleeds while I count my cheese
Aye yo, MackinRo ain't never punkin' out
Say bro, so nigga what the hell you funk about?
Where you from, you know the Pactown? is the city
Dee dum dum, but I'm known to get down to the nitty
Strip club, c'mere baby let me see your titties
Give me a dub, naw fuck that, nigga bring a fitty

[Chorus]

So for the next twenty seasons Tha Liks is gettin' even
While we "drop drop, drop, drop it like" it's freezin
Party down for no reason, I'll play hoop with the spins
I even celebrate the loss when the other team wins (YAY!)
Fuckin' with my friends, DJ Twinz and Red
You might catch that quick fast two-piece with no bread
(You heard what he said) Yeah loud and clear
Aye yo J where you at?

Tash I'm right the fuck here
Listen up, you standin' in the corner smokin' drinkin'
Empty cup, now you all fucked up with broken thinkin'
D.you.I., now how the fuck you gon' get home?
Don't even try, I hope you ain't gon' try to drive alone
Watch that curve, 'cause if you do you might lose control
You start to swerve, cruisin' wrappin' shit around a pole
It ain't your day, you in a wheelchair like oh no!
Now you say, I was gonna go professional

[Chorus]

Writer : R. SMITH, J. ROBINSON, A. JOINER, RAMOND GRANT, RICHARD GRANT
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group