Now when you see me
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getting drunk it's like aww shit
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When you hear this likwid funk
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it's like aww shit!
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When I'm pushing through the
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crowd it's like "aww shit!
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There goes CaTashTrophe,
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Tha Alkahol-iks
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Now my objective with this
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rhymin is to take words and
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bounce em And twist em up
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so bad that wack MC's can't
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pronounce em Just to show ya
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how we house em from the
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Westside of thangs
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(Killa Cali motherfuckers)
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where the gangbangers hang
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The L dot A dot
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Crenshaw Boulevard
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Where I write rhymes so hard
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niggaz swap my tradin cards
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Cause my Cali niggaz feel this
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realness, lyrics healness
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that'll make the special mist
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when I grab this gun and kill
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this But still this,
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brother stays alive like Wyclef
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I'm stepping through the house
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the rappers step to the left
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Cause I fry em like a chef and
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then get on with my evening
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So never twist it up that
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lyrically we even thieving
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Cause I stop your breathing
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quick like (UHH) then revive ya
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I swum with bigger fish than
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the deep sea diver
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Cause CaTash the likwidater's
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here to blow it through the roof
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Grab the money and the hoes
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then dissapear like poof
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Off that 151 it's like aww shit
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When a nigga pop his gun
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it's like aww shit!
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When we up next to flow
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it's like aww shit!
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That's my nigga J-Ro
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Tha Alkahol-iks
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I've got senoritas,
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from Alameda to Receda
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Me and Olde E, is like
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Tarzan and Cheetah
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I wish Hen Rock
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came in a two liter
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Swift could you turn up
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the big drum beater
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But still I,
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got to pull my brew
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out the chiller
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Tonight it's going down like
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the house of Reggie Miller
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Everybody turn
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to your nigga on the right
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Give him a pound and say
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Tha Liks is tight
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And eat your heart out while
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we rock ya from the startout
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to the closing with styles that
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leave you faded like the logo
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on our clothing
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Cause it's a Alkie flow thing,
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as nasty as we wanna
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That's Swift,
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I'm Tash the top gunner
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The number one for funner two
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tonner with the talents
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that the doctors have described
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as a chemical imbalance
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of the (weed) and the (drank)
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on my memory bank
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My distorted words recorded
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make your minds go blank
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Yo, when you low on your cash
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it's like "aww shit!"
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When you catch a girl
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with Tash it's like aww shit!
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When you see Xzibit bust
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it's like aww shit!
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When you gettin drunk with us
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it's like aww shit!
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When the cops run your plates
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it's like aww shit!
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My girl's period is late man
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aww shit!
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When your baby momma call
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it's like aww shit!
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Everytime we rock for y'all
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it's like aww shit!
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Yo, here's a toast, to all
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the MC's who rock the most
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And all the b-boys worldwide
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and Coast II Coast
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Peace to Big Boy,
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peace to Trugoy
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Master P, Kam,
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and Afrika Baby Bam
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Jayo Felony, Money B,
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and Ol Dirty
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Peace to all the rappers still
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rhymin over thirty
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Oh shit, I'm to' back,
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I need to take a piss
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Only When I'm Drunk I bust
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flows like this
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My style'll make you earl on
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your girl (bleahh)
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I probably got the three
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baddest hoes in the world
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Defyin all, gravitational laws
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Lyrics flipping like Dominique
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Dawes with no drawers
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Whassup with that there nigga
|
put it in the air
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Don't even break it out
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if you ain't gonna share
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it's like that man,
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I spray Jokers like Batman
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And I don't have to be
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Robin/robbin to live fat man
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New year's nineteen ninety
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nine it's aww shit!
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When you gotta do county time
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it's aww shit!
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If you didn't read before you
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signed aww shit!
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If you ever try to fuck with
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mine aww shit!
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When we bounce through your
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city it's aww shit!
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When my face is looking serious
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aww shit!
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Two dimes but yours look
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hideous aww shit!
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Yeah, and when we drop it on
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you idiots aww shit!
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Yeah yeah, Mister X to the
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Z with the L-I-K's
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It's the Likwid family,
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bringing it live,
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to you and yours And we out
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als and rhymes surviving
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lyrics Like the age of
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without the attic
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I'm a true God for my dick
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is my lightning rod,
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oh don't kick that mumbo jumbo..
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See this the type of shit,
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niggaz don't try at home
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I'm fuckin up the spot like
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Micheal Jordans cologne
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When the mega drunking (what!)
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styles |