[J-Ro]



Yeah, it's the return of three drunk mothafuckas



Huh, yeah, it's Tha Liks



We gots Stan the guitar man in the house



Mothaclucka, uh, uh







[J-Ro]



I'm sick like a sore throat swallow, drunk act to follow



I'll make the whole bottle hollow (what a ride!)



Rollin' wit' a open container, and one in the chamber



Ten Likwit CD's in the changer



Bettin' wages on the Lakers; yo' squad is in danger



Hoes go two ways these days like my pager



Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro, oh, you didn't know? (no)



Well, fuck you then!



I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats



Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats



Got more ? than biceps, relax



Pure hoes jockin' in the studio flats



When I'm in the house, take off the wave cap for hats



Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat



Raised in the valley of the shadow of death



So I fear none, time to anty up for the beer run







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We are Tha Alkaholiks



It's last call, can we get anotha round?



We are Tha Alkaholiks



And I know ya like the way it's goin' down







[Tash]



So all the ladies to the Limo, it's Tha Alkaholik car pool



Lyrics bang from thirty feet to blow y'all niggas off your bar stool



We back, to wet'cha, the flawless, the wallus



Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks







[Tha Liks]



We the same three niggas that be makin' the noise



Doin' donuts in Ferraris, like some drunk hot boys







[Tash]



Do or die fool! Straight from the home of where we spark from



Where the weed'll leave ya dizzy like a tranquelizer dart gun



The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown



Well, I made a million dollars off this shit I penciled down



Flashy Tashy, be gunnin' from the worsest alliance



And when I die, I'ma donate all my verses to science



Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lone-shark



You be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own mark



I'm sober and justice, why this is my year



Screamin' "Party over here, fuck y'all over there!"



(Party over here, fuck y'all over there!)







[Chorus]







[J-Ro]



King Tee started it off, and then came Tha Liks



Then Xzibit added hot done proda to the mix



Then Defari, "Hey you!" Comin' through, Likwit Crew



And ? gets the broom, who can sin it?



Who can sin it? Twisted and been it, but if the funk ain't in it



My DJ always submitted to spin it



If I said that I meant it, don't get'cha mouth pin it in ?



We feelin' with a penny, represent it







[Tash]



Aiyyo re-pre-sent, yo', re-si-dence



If it don't say Likwit, then you won't get bent



Aiyyo, dollars and cents, make the world just awkward



Got niggas in the hood, livin' next to their doctor



I'm a rowdy, mic-rocker, since the age of twenty-two



In the video, flossin', like "This could be you"



Likwit Crew, do it up, 'til the wheels fall off



Unlike these other niggas that had it and lost it



We stayed in the game, stayed hot, turned up the flame



{*"Y'all know the name!" -> Pharoahe Monch*







[Chorus 2x]