Killin It - Tha Alkaholiks: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Killin It

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Killin It è stato pubblicato il 5 agosto 2008 da Likwit Records come parte dell'album Bar Tab

Dettagli della canzone

Data di uscita5 agosto 2008

EtichettaLikwit Records

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM84

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tha Alkaholiks

Performer

Xzibit

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Eric Brooks

Songwriter

Rico Smith

Songwriter

James Anthony Robinson

James Anthony Robinson

Songwriter

Testi

[Verse 1]

I be killin' it 'cause I be feelin' it

I get money so no need for stealin' it

I work diligent beneath the Earth's soil

Where I write my rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in foil

But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's freezing

'Cause I from the liquid crew where we got drinks for every season

Maybe that's the reason why I look high all July

And the place I buy my beer is callin in for more supply

Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no

Maybe **** got some friends that wanna battle for some dough

If you know somebody holla 'cause I'll take those extra dollars

Split that shit with J and Swift, buy a '96 Impala

And lace it with D's out my own stack of cheese

Get it extra flossy-floss and toss King Tee the keys

And say, **** that's yours 'cause you opened up doors

Before that 'Liks had a deal you had a **** on tour

So God bless you, never let this rap pressure test you

You know who got your back when them other **** sweat you

So check uno, dos while I roast this coast a toast

[Verse 2]

When it comes to beats and rhymes

You know who got the most

I be killin' it, killin' it, killin' it, killin' it

The 'Liks rock that shit that have all y'all **** feelin' it

Killin' it, killin' it, killin' it, killin' it

[Verse 3]

J-Ro is up next to flow

[Verse 4]

Dat's me, I be killin' it when I be feelin' it

Got rum in my cup best believe I won't be spillin' it

Yo Xzibit, I got to know

Do I got that Liquid flow, well here I go

Mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater

I torch you then skeet out in my Porsche two seater

I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears

Them Astro vans with swivel chairs, hoes come in pairs

Plus, makin money's in my genes

That's why I got money in my jeans

I got a cravin

My mind craves the knowledge

My pockets crave the cash

My mouth craves the brew

And my Johnson craves the ass

Who's on blast, the 'Liks, baby, don't twist it, just rock it

Got your girls number in my change pocket

What's her name Stella, if she's on my kinda hella

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, is what I tell her

I get freaky like Friday while they try to get loose

Whack MC's are blunt guts, they have no use

I just got off the court where I was whooping some cats in basketball

Here's a question that I have to ask y'all

[Verse 5]

Who be killin' it

Is it the ladies

Who be killin' it

Is it the fellas

Who be killin' it

Is it the B-boys

Who be killin' it

Is it the gangsters

Who be killin' it

Is it the Rastas

Who be killin' it, killin' it, killin' it, killin' it

[Verse 6]

See I be killin' it, yeah, when I be feelin' it

This is dedicated to the **** that be stealin' shit

Straight from the bottom of my black ass heart

The untamed feel no shame on top of the game

Mr. Big Bad Insane, Black John McClane

Look, listen and learn, you only get what you earn

So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke

Go straight for the throat, we known for rocking the boat

It's hard to find like the grade A shit with no cuts

Tryna stack like King Tut and still bang the microphone up

Demanding, clear lane for crash landin'

If anything I'm guaranteed to be the Last Man Standing

Pick a number motherfucker, what's up

The circumstance make you shit in your pants and we advance

As an avalanche of soul and everything that shine ain't gold

Just cause **** got brew don't make 'em Likwit Crew

My record contract reads hit man for hire

Xzibit showin' grace under fire

The Alkaholiks killin' it, killin' it, killin' it, killin' it

The 'Liks rock that shit that have all y'all **** feelin' it

[Verse 7]

Killin' it, killin' it

Drillin' it, drillin' it

What, yeah

Bring it live with it, yeah

Feelin' it, feelin' it, killin' it, killin' it

It's like this, what

Party down, party down, party down

We are live once again

Yeah, 'cause I be killin' it

What, stabbin' it, beatin' it, yeah

Y'all **** ain't heard no shit like this out the West Coast

Say what, what, what, what, what, what

Say what, what, what, what, what, what

It's the Likwit Crew

We be killin' it, uh, 'cause we be feelin' it

Say what, say what

Say what, what, what, what, what, what

Written by: Eric Brooks, James Anthony Robinson, Rico Smith

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