[Intro: Tash]
You ready? Are you ready?
Aiyyo, we need some beer to the stage, quick!
(Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick!)
Alkaholiks on the set (Oooh-OOOH!)
Y'all ready? (Ooh-OOP!) Uhh..
[Verse 1: Tash]
Aiyyo, it's six million drinks to try – choose one
So you can catch a buzz while Likwit show you how it's done
Bouncin' off the walls is just my niggas havin fun
With all these weak niggas, why the fuck'd we lose Pun?
Damn, it's a trip to see the world twist around us
But Tha Alkaholik click, A.K.A. The 40 Downers
Gets twisty, twisty, yak and brews
Black Rob flows is "Whoa!" – Tha Liks is like "Whoo!"
Is there a doctor in the house? 'Cause somebody gonna need him
Tash fight for his right to party, I need my freedom
So I can drink in public without the cops eyein' me
F.B.I. spyin' me, 'cause everybody's buyin' me
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks
But before I put it down, all I need is a fix
Now, bust it – I rhymes aways on different days
And everybody's wonderin' why I stay so paid
I'm like a sickness
I'm like a sickness, but there is no cure
And when you hear my voice, don't it sound so pure?
Tha Alka–holiks know, we bust fo' sho'
So glad that we could get to kickin' down the doors
[Verse 2: J-Ro]
From Lake View Terrace to Paris, generic rappers get embarassed
We inherit b-boy Sermons just like Erick's
Liks been flowin' longer than your grandparents' marriage
Eatin' bud brownies more than Bugs eat carrots
Kick back in the 'Lac like a horse and a carriage
Spittin' The Facts of Life more than Tootie and Ms. Garrett
When I'm runnin my errands, Dayton rims spin like Ferris
Get socked in your larynx, if yo' ass get careless
[Verse 2: Tash]
Aiyyo, "Who Stole The Soul?" I did, 'cause I was desperate
Send a random note to Loud – I want a million for my next shit
I know you got the money, Steve, just reach into that grab bag
Then step back and watch me drop these "Bombs On Baghdad"
'Cause Tash rap melodical, drunk periodical
Niggas think they hot, but I'm seein' they ain't got it though
I'm from L.A., you from Idaho, no skills, ya gotta go
Four albums deep, so y'all motherfuckers gotta know
We birds of a feather, so we – smoke together!
Tha Liks and Rockwilder gonna – choke whoever
Ain't in this motherfucker, comin' raw dog style
Hold my drink, Mr. Tan, while I jump in the crowd
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks
But before I put it down, all I need is a fix
Now, bust it – I rhymes aways on different days
And everybody's wonderin' why I stay so paid
I'm like a sickness
I'm like a sickness, but there is no cure
And when you hear my voice, don't it sound so pure?
Tha Alka–holiks know, we bust fo' sho'
So glad that we could get to kickin' down the doors
[Verse 3: J-Ro]
Excuse my gutter language, but fuck bein' famous
Ro bust for the name, this Don of Rhymin', shinin' chainless
Olde English ancient, drive Chevy's with paint chips
I breathe herb, so they say my words is tainted
Let's take it back to Colors, get your face painted – with fat caps
I got more rhymes in my mind than you can fit in your backpacks
Go 'head, eat 'em up like Snack Packs
I stay busy like crack shacks
I like my hoes with the lickable toes
And the silver dollar nipples that be pokin' out the clothes
Now I suppose you want flows like MackinRo's
'Cause you be standin' on the stage at all our motherfuckin' shows
James Robinson – even my name is dominant
Lyrics astonishin', from the Likwit conglomerate
My crew in it, I'm in it, so we remain prominent
Rap game, I'm bombin' it, it's too much Uncle Tom in it
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks
But before I put it down, all I need is a fix
Now, bust it – I rhymes aways on different days
And everybody's wonderin' why I stay so paid
I'm like a sickness
I'm like a sickness, but there is no cure
And when you hear my voice, don't it sound so pure?
Tha Alka–holiks know, we bust fo' sho'
So glad that we could get to kickin' down the doors
I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks
But before I put it down, all I need is a fix
Now, bust it – I rhymes aways on different days
And everybody's wonderin' why I stay so paid
I'm like a sickness
I'm like a sickness, but there is no cure
And when you hear my voice, don't it sound so pure?
Tha Alka–holiks know, we bust fo' sho'
So glad that we could get to kickin' down the doors