[Verse One: Tash]
I hang MC's with my noose
, watch me get loose
The nigga flippin more styles than Snapple got juice
'Cause I'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky
Than a niggy pickin his afro in a leopard-skin dashiki
The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle
Kickin it with my homie like Lamont did with Rollo
Live at the Apollo
,
they still couldn't boo it 'cause
Even in New York, them fools be buzzing off the fluids
So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]
Too much Olde E will make you pee
As you can see I'm the Alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey
Get with the clippers never nappy like Misty
I didn't grow dreads, 'cause dreads is for the rastas
Tha Alkaholik clique straight knockin' out imposters
Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic
Get with the crew
that's flowin like Likwit
[Verse Two: J-Ro]
Every night I pray to god please, no more wack MC's
I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these
I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie
'Cause they know I'm packin more shit than Bandini
The freshest on the map servin raps with all the fixins
E-Swift does the mixin, pockets fat like Rickie Nixon's
(Ain't no party like a Alkaholik party)
So don't be a nitwit, get with the Likwit
(Ah yeah, ah yeah) Yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder
One two one two yeah just like that, yo
Yo (flowin' like Likwit)
Ahh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin' like Likwit
Owwwwww, King Tee
[Verse Three: King Tee]
Here comes the Lik, or should I say Likwit
As I gets funky on a track that my nigga E-Swift did
Rollin with the Alkaholik group, call me trooper
Run of the mill skills
got your
neck in the noose
But hey, I be the K-I-N-G Tee for short
Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport
Wicked when I kick it,
yeah that's the ticket
Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the Likwit
[Verse Four: J-Ro]
You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup
So niggy won't you just shut the (hold up)
The girls call me dookie man 'cause I'm the shit can't you smell son
I gots more freaks than Prince Rogers Nelson
I can't be stopped I got hip-hop wreckin powers
I gotta say what's up to my buddy Ricky Flowers
We got that Likwit funk, we get drunk with the
....(hell motherfuckin yeah)