Tha Liks lyrics

[TRB]

run wild


[Tash] This time I'ma make a lil', a lil' AHH

[Shae Fiol] Come on everybody Tha Likwit crew
is comin through your town and we're runnin wild

[Tash]
Ahhhhh! (Say what?) Alkaholiks in this bitch..
Smoke somethin, drink somethin
Run wild, run wild..

Niggaz, bitches - back again to get it crackin
Smoked a blunt, drunk a brew, turned around and look what happened
(Whatcha workin with?) Official party clique
Weed smokin drunk, O.D.B./Bob Marley shit
(We got that shit) so ladies come and get it
Custom-fitted flows for all the hoes that's ****in with it
(Liks comin thick) so where the party at?
You know how we act once we buzzed off that Cognac

[Shae Fiol] Whatcha wanna do? (Whatcha wanna do?)
[J-Ro] Whatcha wanna do?
Look who's in front of you, crazy old Likwit Crew

[Shae Fiol] Whatcha gonna do?
[J-Ro] Get it poppin now
It ain't no stoppin now, bustaz we knockin out
(You must be off that rum) I was born to bust
Some say I cuss too much, but I don't give a ****

[Shae Fiol] Where's it comin from?
[J-Ro] It's comin from the soul
Hip-Hop and rock'n'roll, we bout to lose control

[Chorus: Tha Liks]
We run wild, RUN WILD, run wild, RUN WILD
{*E-Swift scratches: "run.. run.. run.. run wild"*}
We run wild, RUN WILD, run wild, RUN WILD
{*E-Swift scratches: "run.. run.. run.. run.."*}
{*E-Swift scratches: "run.. run.. run.. run.."*}
{*E-Swift scratches: "run.. run.. run wild"*}

[Shae Fiol] Come on everybody Tha Likwit crew
is comin through your town and we're runnin wild

[Tash]
{"Run wild"} - off that gin and tonic
Alkaholiks comin through, smokin all y'all niggaz chronic
(Why you trippin on me?) Straight black and blue
Yo I ain't know homey that bitch I ****ed was married to you

[Shae Fiol] Tell me bout your flows
[Tash] My flow is lethal
J-Swift and Rico smash mics like the repo
(Can we po' some mo'?) Got beer
Listen here, y'all niggaz could fight, but not in here

[Shae Fiol] Whatcha wanna do?
[J-Ro] Where the smokey smoke?
Man I just broke a note, up in the club I'm choke

[Shae Fiol] Whatcha gonna do?
[J-Ro] We came to beat it up
Break it on down and clown, order another round
(Do the damn thing) Please examine the
way that we damage ya, peace out to Canada
(These fools can't hang) We runnin wild tonight
with a new style tonight, we bout to..

[Chorus]

[Shae Fiol] Come on everybody Tha Likwit crew
is comin through your town and we're runnin wild

[Tash]
{"Run run"} we go all out to ball out
CaTash be runnin wild like ARRAGH - who let the dogs out?
(Run wild) break yo'self through the maze
We rockin ninety-thousand underground at the raves
(Say what?) Dialogue is strange, I wrote this in the rain
I do what I do then I pop that champagne

[Shae Fiol] Pop that champagne
[Tash] I rap passionate
Bitch, make yo' breath stink, and house party crashin it

[Shae Fiol] Whatcha wanna do?
[J-Ro] We came to rock for y'all
And it don't stop at all, we bout to have a ball

[Shae Fiol] Whatcha gonna do?
[J-Ro] I wanna dance with ya
Pose for the camera, are you a fan of the

[Shae Fiol] L-I-K-S
[J-Ro] I like the sound of that
Keep it around the map, hip-hop is comin back

[Shae Fiol] Best from the West
[J-Ro] We got the shit tonight
Get with Lik-wit tonight, we bout to

[Chorus]

[Shae Fiol] Come on everybody Tha Likwit crew
is comin through your town and we're runnin wild

[TRB]

[Tash]
Now when you see me gettin drunk it's like "aww shit!"
When you hear this likwid funk it's like "aww shit!"
When I'm pushin through the crowd it's like "aww shit!"
There goes CaTashTrophe, Tha Alkahol-iks


[[Tash]
Now my objective with this rhymin is to take words and bounce em
And twist em up so bad that wack MC's can't pronounce em
Just to show ya how we house em from the Westside of thangs
(Killa Cali mother****ers) where the gangbangers hang
The L dot A dot Crenshaw Boulevard
Where I write rhymes so hard niggaz swap my tradin cards
Cause my Cali niggaz feel this realness, lyrics healness
that'll make the special mist when I grab this gun and kill this
But still this, brother stays alive like Wyclef
I'm steppin through the house the rappers step to the left
Cause I fry em like a chef and then get on with my evening
So never twist it up that lyrically we even thievin
Cause I stop your breathin quick like (UHH) then revive ya
I swum with bigger fish than the deep sea diver
Cause CaTash the likwidater's here to blow it through the roof
Grab the money and the hoes then dissapear like poof


[Tash]
Off that 151 it's like "aww shit!"
When a nigga pop his gun it's like "aww shit!"
When we up next to flow it's like "aww shit!"
That's my nigga J-Ro Tha Alkahol-iks


[J-Ro]
I've got senoritas, from Alameda to Receda
Me and Olde E, is like Tarzan and Cheetah
I wish Hen Rock came in a two liter
Swift could you turn up the big drum beater
But still I, got to pull my brew out the chiller
Tonight it's goin down like the house of Reggie Miller (J-Ro)
Everybody turn to your nigga on the right
Give him a pound and say Tha Liks is tight


[Tash]
And eat your heart out while we rock ya from the startout to the closing
with styles that leave you faded like the logo on our clothing
Cause it's a Alkie flow thing, as nasty as we wanna
That's ? Swift, I'm Tash the top gunner
The number one for funner two tonner with the talents
that the doctors have described as a chemical imbalance
of the (weed) and the (drank) on my memory bank
My distorted words recorded make your minds go blank

[?]
Yo, when you low on your cash it's like "aww shit!"
When you catch a girl with Tash it's like "aww shit!"
When you see Xzibit bust it's like "aww shit!"
When you gettin drunk with us it's like "aww shit!"
[J-Ro]
When the cops run your plates it's like "aww shit!"
My girl's period is late man "aww shit!"
[E-Swift]
When your baby momma call it's like "aww shit!"
Everytime we rock for y'all it's like "aww shit!"


[J-Ro]
Yo, here's a toast, to all the MC's who rock the most
And all the b-boys worldwide and Coast II Coast
Peace to Big Boy, peace to Trugoy
Master P, Kam, and Afrika Baby Bam
Jayo Felony, Money B, and Ol Dirty
Peace to all the rappers still rhymin over thirty
Oh shit, I'm to' back, I need to take a piss
Only When I'm Drunk I bust flows like this
My style'll make you earl on your girl (bleahh)
I probably got the three baddest hoes in the world
Defyin all, gravitational laws
Lyrics flippin like Dominique Dawes with no drawers
Whassup with that there nigga put it in the air
Don't even break it out if you ain't gonna share
it's like that man, I spray Jokers like Batman
And I don't have to be Robin/robbin to live fat man


[Xzibit]
New year's nineteen ninety nine it's "aww shit!"
When you gotta do county time it's "aww shit!"
If you didn't read before you signed "aww shit!"
If you ever try to **** with mine "aww shit!"

When we bounce through your city it's "aww shit!"
When my face is lookin serious "aww shit!"
Two dimes but yours look hideous "aww shit!"
Yeah, and when we drop it on you idiots "aww shit!"

Yeah yeah, Mister X to the Z with the L-I-K's
It's the Likwit family, bringin it live, to you and yours
And we out

[TRB]

Stop, listen, what's that sound
Likwit mother****ers 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
**** 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 mother****ers 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 mother****ers 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 wanna 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-y
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, C-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 **** 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...


einer der absolut freshsten Madlib beats. Ihr müßt mal drauf achten wie fett alle mc's über diesen beat flowen. Besonders Tash ist hier wieder nal Extraklasse.