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Verse One: J-Ro
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And this is how we run it down the line
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E-Swift is second, I'm first to rhyme
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The bottle's half full, is it yours or mine
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Get a cup and we can get drunk, at the same time
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Put on your good clothes, when I come around
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I'm all the way down like the brown brown I be kickin
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up in my town pickin up another pound for the weigh in
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The Earth is a great place to visit but I ain't stayin
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Don't stop like brakes to the metal
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I brush my teeth with Amaretto (say what?)
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I got that Operation PUSH, move from in front of me
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I be the first rapper PMD seen, livin comfortably
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In forty-eight states, light the board
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I kick that kind of shit yo' ass can't afford
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cause you broke, you need to go for a smoke
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and think about ya problems while you toke (ha ha)
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Who you tellin, we did more shows than Aaron Spelling
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Leavin Las Vegas likwid funk is what you smellin
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This is the track that broke your moms back
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I was on the dancefloor I heard it crack, do you like it?
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Chorus: Alkaholiks
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"Yeah" we bout to put it down like this aight? "Aight!"
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"This is Likwidation from the West, one two"
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"Yeah" we bout to fuck it up like this aight? "Aight!"
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"Likwidation one two"
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"Yeah" we bout to Likwidate the whole world aight? "Aight!"
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"Likwidation one two"
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"Yeah" the music get you drunk like this aight? "Aight!"
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"Likwidation from the West"
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Verse Two: E-Swift
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Sometimes I rhyme drunk, sometimes I rhyme sober (yeah)
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I never need no gimmicks and shit, to get me over
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Just a couple crates to rock all fifty states
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and overseas, nigga please, this is Likwid MC's (and they drunk)
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Comin up like a feature presentation
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while my Likwidation Liks be wettin the nation
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On the two turntables I would say I'm nice
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Destroy any mic device precise like Glen Rice
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Prepare for the storm everytime we perform
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We be the most inebriated MC's, ever born
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that leave your speakers torn, it's Tha Liks
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Everything we Liks is a classic, your shit sound plastic
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Me bein wack is like no Latins in Manhattan
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It just won't happen, long as E-Swift is rappin
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So while y'all waitin for my crew to fall
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I'll be chartin number one sayin fuck alla y'all
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(Do you like it?)
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Tash, J-Ro
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So while the MC's persist to try to bust like this
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I'm so slick I drop the mic and jump back and kiss my wrist
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Cause I mix words and match em, I chase words and catch em
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The A in Alkaholiks stands for All About the Action
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And that's the whole attraction to skip to my shit
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Rock the mic in my palm beyond ad-e-quate
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Shit split with the cheese and the H-O-E's
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The ones I only call at night *keys jangling* you know my low keys
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while downin Olde E's with the Likwid MC's
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The crew that takes the party higher than the flyin trapeze
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Then drops ya to the Earth without no safety net to catch ya
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All y'all can say is Likwid wrecked ya, so let the
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good times roll, pass the glass and the Remi
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To the nigga that's been rockin since Heavy D was skinny
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And we can show ya how we run it down the line
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(Xzibit: So how the fuck ya feelin Tash?) I'm feelin fine
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But don't play me closely, just pass me that Olde E
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and I'ma hit that shit and pass it down to Easy Mo Bee
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Not askin you to show me, I'm tellin you to show me
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The you know what, before I fuck shit up
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Cause I'm CaTash the top gunner here to blow your ED
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So you can see what I'm saying like Enhanced CD's
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So if y'all niggaz want the bomb press Tash Dot Com
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and I'ma pop up on your screen with the beer in palm
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And this is how we run it down the line
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Tash came third, I was first to rhyme
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Mo Bee Easy on the tracks that make you break your spine
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Likwidation in your mouth one time, can you feel it?
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Chorus (without words except J-Ro saying 'Likwidation')
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Alkaholiks, yeah, the last hip-hop group left
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Do you like it?
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Easy Mo, Alkaholiks
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West coast...
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*E-Swift cutting and scratching*
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Likwidation
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| Tha Alkaholiks |
