Likwit

Tha Alkaholiks

Verse One: Tash




I hang MC's with my noose, watch me get loose



The nigga flippin more styles than Snapple got juice



Cause I'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky



Than a niggy pickin his afro and I left the skin not stinky



The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle



Kickin it with my homie like Lamont do with Rollo



Live at the Apollo, they still couldn't do it



Cause even in New York the crew be buzzin off the fluid



So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]



Too much Olde E will make you pee



As you can see I'm the Alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey



Get with the clippers never nappy like Misty



I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas



Tha Alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters



Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic



Get with the crew that's flowin like Likwit




Verse Two: J-Ro




Every night I pray to god please, no more wack MC's



I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these



I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie



Cause they know I'm packin more shit than Bandini



The freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins



E-Swift does the mixin, pockets fat like Rickie Nixon



[Ain't no party like a Alkaholik party]



So don't be a nitwit, get with the Likwit



[ah yeah, ah yeah] Yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder



One two one two yeah just like that, yo



Yo, [flowin like Likwit]



Ahh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like Likwit



Owwwwww, King Tee




Verse Three: King Tee




Here comes the Lik, or should I say Likwit



As I gets funky on a track that my nigga E-Swift did



Rollin with the Alkaholik group, call me trooper



Run of the mill skills got your neck in