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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tash
Tash
Performer
Tha Liks
Tha Liks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rex Smith
Rex Smith
Composer
J. Robinson
J. Robinson
Composer
E. Brooks
E. Brooks
Composer
T. Ausar
T. Ausar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tha Liks
Tha Liks
Recording Engineer
Thayod
Thayod
Producer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Lance Pierre
Lance Pierre
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Aiyyo tha Alkies set the trends that the whole world follow Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles Are you a role model? Not, ca tash'll steal yo' beat box I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggaz with cheap shots The gunner wonder man, wonder woman husband The stunner fuck with us y'all niggaz must be buzzin' I love it, we coulda been washed like dirty dishes But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' 'bout myself I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account Young niggaz with money, that's somethin' we need to think about 'Cause we could be the President, we could be the Senators Right now niggaz think we just drug dealers and janitors We big, that's big, we large, in charge I told the Genie next I want a car like the stars A Bentley, a coupe, a truck with the oop With the three level seats for when it's time to scoop my group I thirst, for loops, I told the Genie next I want the King Tee albums plus Xzibit on cassette Next, I told the Genie like it or not Last wish I hope you die 'cause I want yo' spot Tash come from rock bottom want funk beats we got 'em I can bust my shit in spring you won't catch it 'till next autumn We taught them niggaz how to rhyme this hot We drink a lot, smoke a lot, da da da da, da da da da Da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da, da da da da, da da da da Babylon and chron' six foes on the line Smashin' down Avalon like a ghetto amazon Brown bagger; take it to the head like Marvin Haggler Livin' underground like a badger Wall to wall like a tagger, original pants sagger Bite my rhymes and your whole grill might shatter Remi and Hennessey, fuckin' up my bladder If your girl say she know me then I probably got at her Sometimes I'm hard to find like downtown parkin' spaces I'ma be old and gray and still flirtatious Remove my shoes for foot races, primitive man ate fish But M C's are the latest on my dish mentally spacious You didn't create this so you, naturally hate this Wait Miss, do you like what you see? How do you rate this? Relax I'm not a rapist just one of the greatest Born winner hair full of basses opposite of weightless Mastered the art of holdin' bottles double-fisted X.O Hennessey fifth, unassisted We not promotin' drinkin', we just havin' some fun Fuck it, we drink in Appleton and Nantucket Mashin' down Van Nuys, puffin' stress in the bucket Ghetto hip hop for the public, you love it At Lovitz, you love the Alkaholik wino Pissin' off the strippers up in the spearmint rhinos You like that? A like da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Okay, here we go, original, liquor sto' flow Ghetto non-mellow pissy drunk alkapella yo' Average, everyday around the hood fellows Though we always bring the ruckus we some wild motherfuckers Niggaz call me CPR, I help rap music breathe With beats and rhymes you wouldn't believe What I did is that you couldn't conceive With a ho on each sleeve with a crew of niggaz rollin' on D's It's them Alkaholik niggaz flowin' with the toilet niggaz Party crashin' raid-thrashin' beer-smashin' brolic niggaz Peers drinkin' irrational thinkin' don't give a fuck about nuttin' Blame it on the alcohol consumption Yeah we overdid it, I had to admit it It's tha Liquid, we underground rap music's prime ticket Sick wid it, E-Swift be quick with it Every time I spit it forget it, y'all need to quit it, sing it Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
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