Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): James Robinson, Otis Jackson, Alvin Joiner, Eric Brooks, Rico Smith
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Tha AlkaholiksKillin' It Lyrics:
Ahh, ahh, I be killin' it
(Why Tash?)
'Cause I be feelin' it
I get money so no need for stealin' it
I work diligent beneath the earth's soil
Where I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in foil
But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's freezing
'Cause I from the Likwid crew where we got drinks for every season
Maybe that's the reason why I live high all July
And the place I buy my beer is callin' in for more supply
Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no
Maybe niggaz got some friends that wanna battle for some dough
If you know somebody holla, 'cause I take those extra dollars
Split that shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala
And lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese
Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys
And say, nigga that's your's, 'cause you opened up doors
Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour
So God bless ya, never let this rap pressure test ya
You know who got your back when them other niggaz sweat ya'
So check uno dos while I roast this coast a toast
When it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the most
I be killin' it
(Killin' it)
Killin' it
(killin' it)
Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya niggaz feelin' it
Killin' it
(Killin' it)
Killin' it
(Killin' it)
J-Ro is up next to flow
Dat's me
I be killin' it
(Killin' it)
When I be feelin' it
Got rum in my cup, best believe I won't be spillin' it
Yo, Xzibit
(Whattup Ro?)
I got to know, do I got that Likwid flow
(Oh, fo' sho')
Well, here I go, mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater
I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche two-seater
I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears
And Astro vans with swivel chairs hoes come in pairs
Plus makin' money's in my genes
That's why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravin'
My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash
My mouth craves the brew and my Johnson craves the ass
Who's on blast? Tha Liks, baby, don't twist it
Just rock it, got your girl's number in my change pocket
What's her name? Stella, if she's on me kinda hella [Unverified] , is what I tell her
I get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get loose
Wack MC's are like [unverified] , they have no use
I just got off the court, where I was whoopin' some cats
In basketball, here's a question that I have to ask y'all
Who be killin' it, is it the ladies? Who be killin' it, is it the fellas?
Who be killin' it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin' it, is it the gangsters?
Who be killin' it, is it the rastas? Who be killin' it
Killin' it, killin' it, killin' it?
See I be killin' it, yeah, when I be feelin' it
This is dedicated to the niggaz that be stealin' shit
Straight from the bottom of my black ass heart
The untamed feel no shame, on top of the game
Mr. Big Bad Insane, black John McClane
Look, listen and learn, you only get what you earn
So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke
Go straight for the throat, we known for rockin' the boat
It's hard to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts
Tryin' to stack like King Tut and still bang the microphone up
Demandin', clear lane for crash landin'
If anything I'm guaranteed to be the 'Last Man Standing'
Pick a number motherfucker, whassup?
The circumstance make you shit in your pants and we advance
As an avalanche of soul and everything that shine ain't gold
Just 'cause niggaz got brew don't make 'em nickel proof
My record contract reads hit man for hire
Xzibit showin grace under fire
Tha Alkaholiks killin' it
(Killin' it)
Killin' it
(Killin' it)
Tha Liks rock that shit that have all y'all niggaz feelin' it
Once again feelin' it, killin' it
(Killin' it)
Drillin' it
(Drillin' it)
What, yeah, bring it live with the, yeah, feelin' it
(Feelin' it)
Killin' it
(Killin' it)
Like this
Party down, party down, party down
Bringin' it live once again, yeah, 'cause I be killin' it
(What, stabbin' it, beatin' it, yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit like this out the West coast
Say what, wha, what, wha, what, what?
I say what, wha, what, wha, what, what? It's the likwid crew
We be killin' it, uhh, 'cause we be feelin' it
Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what, what?
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