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[Featuring WhoRidas]
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Intro:
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WhoRidas. Tha Alkaholiks (X8)
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WhoRidas:
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Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock
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With the master key, but the master key be me
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I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove
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And commence to roll, like a tire
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A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair
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Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'
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And we came prepared because I'm round hoe
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On the down low
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And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico
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From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know
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How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder
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So we smoke a hundered yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?
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No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
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But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
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You stick around and watch my money lay ya
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And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel
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On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin'
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They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press
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Hittin' hard like a tech on the target
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Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right."
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J-Ro:
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J-Ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'
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I'm trippin' like Pippen, long hour sippin'
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Uh, ? deep into books on my shelves
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I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves
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What good is a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame
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And a Volkswagen brain
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My style be kind of old, like gold
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But it's the reason why I still mold, C-notes in my bill fold
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I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you with me
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Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes
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Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes
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My flows are numerous like East Valley murders
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Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like Rally's burgers
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You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro
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With the Cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns
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But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun
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My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever
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Fuckin' with the Likwit will get your head severed
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WhoRidas get it poppin' lik Buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job
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At rappin', we just attempt, and I
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Pimp the flow like Imp the Dimp
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And I run around 40's like my nigga Shawn Kemp, and I'm out
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Hook:
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This is how it goes down, check out he sound
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Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?
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The Liks and WhoRidas (X2)
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WhoRidas:
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Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die
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When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail
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Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed
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I can't cross what a nigga need with greed
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So I sit with Walley, and make my plan till dividens will end
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With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick
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To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice
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But don't put a thang on hold we roll
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We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall
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Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash
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Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an Arab
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For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh Jesus
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In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand
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So many niggas ou there trying to be the man
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Like Neon Deion, got jacked like peons
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On the front line for the first time
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Talking:
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Hey, what's the big idea? Put that gun away Harry we have a deal.
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It's never too late to improve your barganing position.
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Tash:
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And to whom it my concern, it's Tash turn to burn
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Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from Howard Stern
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And host my own show
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Cause Tash is bout it bout when it's crowded
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I'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm Guinestouted
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So slide some oil to these stiff MC's
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While I get into this style that bones like M 3's
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Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly
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Even Oakland niggas ay "Tash is hella saucy" (What!)
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I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions
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The Hennessy is fuckin' with my vision
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But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind
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That's why I walk around L.A. with more hoes than Ginuwine
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So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle
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Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle
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I'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'
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That's why you lookin' at me like "Tash is up to somethin'."
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I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall
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That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras
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I feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me
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Cause I go by the name of (Catashtophy!)
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Hook (X2)
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Likwit Ridas
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| Tha Alkaholiks |
