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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 »

Year:

1997

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[Featuring Loot Pack] 
Stop, listen, what's that sound 
Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down 
[Wild Child] 
Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times 
This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes 
When Loot Pack's on your set we'll take total control 
of your mind feet body and inner soul 
Multiple beats to subject to discussion 
Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my cuts in 
Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford 
to get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord 
So I grab hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it 
Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it 
and then inject it, into your system, and when your veins 
start pulsatin, showin you Loot Pack, rocks the nation 
I'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort 
Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love 
I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us 
Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (I see you) 
I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick 
But when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo 
I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh 
Don't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh 
[Tash] 
So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows 
When they step in my direction Rico slows they rolls like 
AHH, cause my brain tells me go against the grain 
Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same 
But I spit flames, I kick ass and take names 
F*ck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames 
and hung up on the wall right next to Picasso 
I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so 
Tash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin 
Hot enough to fry you into california raisins 
Cause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time 
I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime 
So where you rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me 
Everytime I flow I feel like y'all niggaz owe me 
The one and only from the group you could feel 
cause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth (and that's real) 
Chorus: 
Stop, listen, what's that sound 
Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down 
(Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh, I might skip this round) 
Stop... what's that sound 
Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down 
(I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down) 
[Loot Pack] 
We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation 
circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop 
preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know 
that we'll knock you out with just, light ones 
Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, I wet ya 
Yo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got 
beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major 
Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime 
Then I read off lines or freestyle rhyme 
Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip 
Never slip my hop hips a grip 
With the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin 
fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin 
Lyrics lead the Pack way, so I can blast a 
rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane 
Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony 
like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende 
Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei 
[J-Ro] 
Round and round I go 
This rapper's name is J-Ro 
Wack MC's don't waste your timeeeee 
(let me stick to the rhyme) 
Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape 
That's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape 
You don't want to battle dog, I got a catalog 
of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes 
But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-why 
You soft as a Barbie, hard as Terence Trent D'Arby 
You the wackest MC I ever heard 
You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the 
D-I, see-K, in-ya-mouth, all-day 
for comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say 
You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes 
at all Alkaholik bashes 
Chorus 
[Tash] 
Yeah that's right West coast this the tear down 
Likwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin? 
Yo f*ck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast II coast 
Turnin them forties upside down 
Big up to King Tee and Xzibit 
Big up to the whole Likwid crew, big up to Mobb Deep 
The Def Squad, Cypress Hill, Wu-Tang, Westside Connection 
Uhh, to tear it down, I'm to' down, I might have to miss this round...

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