Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks f Keith Murray - Off The Wall
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[Keith Murray] You can get it, get it, get it, get it[Tash]Dude, what you got on my forty homey?One two, likwid, likwid, likwidWhat you think motherfucker?Course I do - came downFuck it up, uhh, uhhChorus:Get your back up off the wall "get with it"[Keith Murray] And you can get it, get it, get it, get itGet your back up off the wall "get with it"[Keith Murray] And you can get it, get it, get it, yeahVerse One: TashI heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoesThe R&B singers or the niggaz with flowsSo what I did was took a poll like Clinton versus Dole(Cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em sayThey said they want it raw, silky nigga stay awayGood choice, cuz Rico don`t be losin his voice and no...[activator spraying sound] to make my hair look moistJust a sack of palm dale that I got from DontrellCuz this is how I do it but it ain`t MontellIt`s the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designerThat be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyelinerCuz look at how you dress, you think you lookin freshin your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chestKeep freezin, while I keep easin down the roadCause Tash`ll scoop your girl no matter what y`all niggaz soldGold, or double platCaTashTrophe`ll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)Horizontal, while I`m runnin all up in itTo the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minuteparty shit! The R&B niggaz try to swipeThat`s why they call MC`s to make they remixes hypeBut I`m the type of cat to come to your show and boo yaBlack ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to yaChorus 2XVerse Two: J-RoWho the hell let the dog out the gate?Ready or not, here I come to set it straightCause it`s a thin line between love and hateSo MC`s bow down and prepare to meet your fateCause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimesthey wanna backstab and bite my rhymesBut I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?Just give in, cause you know you`ll never win, right?It ain`t no sunshine in the midnight hourA three day shower couldn`t wash away my soul power(Stop look and listen) That`s the way of the worldI turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrelsIs it just my imagination, or is my generationFascinated by gunplay, and incarcerationPeace to the departed, I get it started like A-BC, it ain`t nothin like the real thing babyI`m takin it to the streets, but this version`s much cleaner(I`m searching for Mary Jane, man have you seen her?)Yeah, I found love on a two way streetNow I`m bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)This is my message to MC`s to make em quiverSigned, sealed, deliveredChorusVerse Three: Keith MurrayI be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush meSo dark you can`t overlook meNinety-nine bottles of beer on the wallI call up Tha Liks and we drunk em allHeavy or small, you drink, forget itYou ask who is it? I already got your bitch digitIt`s the permanent chiller, occasional illerLyrical cap pealer, hype stealerSavage nigga chiller, microphone fuhrealaskill dealer, stadium thriller, I`ll break in ManilaOne of a kind prime time rhyme thrillerSuperstar status guerilla, still Ito this day drink Olde English cannot stand MillerA real hip-hop berzerkerAt the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervousOriginality you lackSo take that move back catch a heart attackGet your back up off the wallChorus 4X with variationsFemale: (imitating vocal from Nobody Beats the Biz)Nobody beats Tha Liks (4X)You know nobody can beat Tha LiksI know nobody can beat Tha LiksWe rock you on and onNobody beats Tha Liks