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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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The drunken funk'n has returned
Let's take it back to the old school one time y'all, uh
Ya fuckin' with me? Damn right y'all f*ck with us boy
(Shotglass, ha! Ain't it drunk) Alkaholiks, say what?
(Yo Tash, smack these niggas up!)

With my Alkaholik style still comin' of age
Free as a bird the beer fly on stage
Ain't here for no frontin just to say a lil' somethin'
A nigga like CaTash'll get this motherfucker pumpin'
I walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlights
And I ain't drunk shit, I'm still faded from last night
That's right y'all, the Alkahol be spittin
Comin' through bitches 

I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L's a day
Got kegs in my room and bales of hay
Twenty-five roaches piled in my ashtray
Some like it slow some live the fast way
All the ladies know I'm wild and nas-tay
I live the "Rap Life" like my nigga Tash say
I down the whole brew, never half way
I'm back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe

[Repeat: x2]
Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips
When I sip, you sip, we sip, altogether now
Back, and, forth, to the bar y'all
Back, and, forth, to the bar y'all

They say one man's trash is the next man's treasure
Next man pain be the other man's pleasure
Whatever you want to drink ma we bought the bar out
Last cats to call out, who wan' fall out?
Worst case scenario walkin', I hate talkin'
Do the damn thing, let your dogs start barkin'
Embracin the bass (yeah) who keep you laced
With Henessey to the face, tequila with no chaser
Liks, bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks
Fuckin' smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits
I just, drop my shit, never stop se

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