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 the noose
but hey, I be the K-I-N-G Tee for short
Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport
Wicked when I kick it, yeah that`s the ticket
Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the Likwit
Verse Four: J-Ro
You ain`t got enough skill, to fill up a cup
So niggy won`t you just shut the [hold up]
The girls call me dookie man cause I`m the shit can`t you smell son
I gots more freaks than Prince Rogers Nelson
I can`t be stopped I got hip-hop wreckin powers
I gotta say what`s up to my buddy Ricky Flowers
We got that Likwit funk, we get drunk with the
.... [hell motherfuckin yeah]
