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Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks - Likwit Ridas

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[Featuring WhoRidas]
Intro:
WhoRidas. Tha Alkaholiks (X8)
WhoRidas:
Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock
With the master key, but the master key be me
I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove
And commence to roll, like a tire
A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair
Any buster be cherbin`, in the game that`s embarrassin`
And we came prepared because I`m round hoe
On the down low
And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico
From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know
How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder
So we smoke a hundered yarder, Bogard, who ridin` Marvin?
No duckin` and dodgin`, my niggas be ridin`
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my money lay ya
And I know them haters, don`t want to see you excel
On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin`
They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press
Hittin` hard like a tech on the target
Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don`t do it right."
J-Ro:
J-Ro rock the party till the needle start skippin`
I`m trippin` like Pippen, long hour sippin`
Uh, ? deep into books on my shelves
I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves
What good is a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame
And a Volkswagen brain
My style be kind of old, like gold
But it`s the reason why I still mold, C-notes in my bill fold
I like my brew real cold, it`s the Ro-gram you with me
Swift won`t you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes
Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes
My flows are numerous like East Valley murders
Bustin` shit off like talk is cheap like Rally`s burgers
You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro
With the Cold 4-0, I really don`t like to permote guns
But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun
My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever
Fuckin` with the Likwit will get your head severed
WhoRidas get it poppin` lik Buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job
At rappin`, we just attempt, and I
Pimp the flow like Imp the Dimp
And I run around 40`s like my nigga Shawn Kemp, and I`m out
Hook:
This is how it goes down, check out he sound
Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?
The Liks and WhoRidas (X2)
WhoRidas:
Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die
When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail
Won`t stop, I sell, I need to proceed
I can`t cross what a nigga need with greed
So I sit with Walley, and make my plan till dividens will end
With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick
To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice
But don`t put a thang on hold we roll
We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it`s off the wall
Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash
Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an Arab
For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh Jesus
In my lifetime so many fans movin` hand to hand
So many niggas ou there trying to be the man
Like Neon Deion, got jacked like peons
On the front line for the first time
Talking:
Hey, what`s the big idea? Put that gun away Harry we have a deal.
It`s never too late to improve your barganing position.
Tash:
And to whom it my concern, it`s Tash turn to burn
Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from Howard Stern
And host my own show
Cause Tash is bout it bout when it`s crowded
I`m here to rock y`all niggas even though I`m Guinestouted
So slide some oil to these stiff MC`s
While I get into this style that bones like M 3`s
Cause I`m here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly
Even Oakland niggas ay "Tash is hella saucy" (What!)
I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions
The Hennessy is fuckin` with my vision
But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind
That`s why I walk around L.A. with more hoes than Ginuwine
So jump in the saddle if y`all niggas wanna battle
Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle
I`m posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin`
That`s why you lookin` at me like "Tash is up to somethin`."
I am though, I`m peepin` out the ladies on the wall
That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras
I feel `em and I know them bitches feel me
Cause I go by the name of (Catashtophy!)
Hook (X2)

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