Sickness

[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