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Tha Alkaholiks

Tha Alkaholiks, also known as Tha Liks, was an American hip hop group from Los Angeles, California. Since the early 1990s they have produced funky, upbeat, hedonism-themed party music with a hardcore hip hop edge, powered by the beats of DJ and producer E-Swift (born Eric Brooks in Columbus, Georgia, raised in Toledo, Ohio) and the lively, comedic rhymes of J-Ro (born James Robinson in Los Angeles) and Tash (born Rico Smith in Cincinnati). Though commercial crossover success largely eluded the group, they maintained a dedicated following on their native West Coast, throughout the United States and worldwide. more »

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(Damn)

Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make ya say (damn)
Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make ya say (damn)
Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn) 

E-swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot
Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot
I'm the, brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds 
I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds (yeah)
This ain't baseball, nah, the Liks won't slump
So make room for the crew with beats the jump
Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays
I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet
I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat
So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason
To want to step up, it's sucker punk season
Bring it on, young one, so you can get done
I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun
Ninety-three million, five thousand flows (yeah)
And here's one more for the hoes

Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn) 

Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn) 

Yeah, Alkaholiks for '94
Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot, check it out, yeah
Like that, Xzibit all in your grill, ha
That's that nigga Xzibit, yeah
'Cause in '94, it's all about the flows, the hoes
And the forty-O's, nigga

Kick your, dopest rhyme, I'll break it up like 3rd Bass
I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
(Brr) the liquidator with the hardcore demanor's
Bustin' out the perpetrators I see through 'em like a Zima
So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock
'Cause I kill rhyme bandits barehanded like Mr. Spock
I told chief not to start no beef
He tried to shoot me with his gun I caught the bullet with my teeth
'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor
Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik stickers
'Cause I feel like bustin' loose 
It's the wicked pain inflicter with the Mickey's deuce deuce
Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older
With your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder
So rap artists, "Get ready to rumble"
'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo
I heard your demo tape, that shit was faker than a scam
While I be saying shit that make you say

Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the flow that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make ya say (damn)

Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the flow that'll make ya say (damn)
Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make ya say (damn)

I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J
I make the ladies say, "Make money money"
I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low (yeah)
'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow (uh)
Watts, Willowbrooke, even shook, when I took (uh, what? What? What? What?)
A fresh-ass hook out my notebook
Dan-na-na, dan-na-na, I love sports
I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts
You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall (make me fall)
'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl
Y'all, aw shit, let me make a wish
I wish all the bunk MC's turn to fish
So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em
That's how I floss, yo, pass the hot sauce
When I walk down the street I leave my feetprints in the concrete
'Cause I'm fa,t meaning I'm so complete
Like a freak on an elevator I'ma f*ck you up
It's the Ro, with the, inebriated flow
I hate to boast but I'm the host with most
And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast

It's like (damn)
It's like this, uh, it's like that (damn) (yeah, woo)
It's like this, uh, it's like that (damn) 
It's like this, uh, it's like that, it's like that (damn)
Word up, Tha Alkaholiks (damn)
X-to the-Z, Xzibit (damn) 
In the motherfucking place, yeah (damn) 
Let me shout it out once, once, once (damn)

To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop (damn)
To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop (damn)
To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop (damn)
To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop (damn)
To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop (damn)
To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop (damn)
To my nigga all across the board (damn-damn)
This is how it go and I won't leave you sore (damn)
Uh, the freestyle flow dicks (d-damn)
Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks (damn) (yeah)
Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated (d-damn) (yeah, yeah)
Rico's in the house, yes, yes, I'm livin' dope (damn)
The whole set up, your whole damn crew'll get wet up (damn)
1994 in the house, we won't let up (damn)
Yes, the freestyle flow

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