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Chorus:
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Get your back up off the wall
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And you can get it, get it, get it, get it
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(repeat 4X)
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Tash:
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I heard niggaz wanna know who flips the most hoes
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The R&B singers or the niggaz with flows
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So what I did was take a poll, like Clinton versus Dole
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(So the fake rappers wouldn't be out of control)
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And the more girls I asked, the more I heard 'em say
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They said they wanted balls, pussy niggaz stay away
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Good choice, cuz Rico don't be losing his voice and no...(activator
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spraying sound)
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To make my hair look moist
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Just a sack of pommel that I got from John Dale
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Cuz this is how I do it but it ain't Montel
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It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer
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That be dissin pussy niggaz in scoops of eyeliner
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Cuz look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh
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With your leather vest wrapped around your cutie bird chest
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Keep freezing while I keep easing down the road
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Cuz Tash will scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold
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Gold or double plat
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Catastrophe will have your girl butt-naked laying flat (laying flat)
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Horizontal, while I'm running all up in it
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To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute
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Party shit
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The R&B singers try to swipe
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That's why they callin me to make they remixes hype
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But I'm the type of cat to go to your show and boo ya
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Black ya, blue ya
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Then throw my tape to ya
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Chorus:
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J-Ro:
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Who the hell let the dog out the gate?
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Ready or not, here I come to set it straight
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Cuz it's a thin line between love and hate
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So emcees bow down and prepare to meet your fate
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Cuz these(smiling faces)smiling faces sometimes
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They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes
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But I keep a pack skin tight
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You wanna pen fight?
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Just give in, cuz you know you'll never win, right?
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It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour
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A 3-day shower couldn't wash away my soul power
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(Stop, Look, and Listen)That's the way of the world
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I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels
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Is it just my imagination, or is my generation
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Fascinated by gunplay and incarceration
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Peace to the departed, I get it started like A-B
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C, It ain't nothin like the real thing baby
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I'm taking it to the streets, but the burbs is much cleaner
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(Searching for Mary Jane, man. Have you seen her?)
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Yeah. I found love on a two way street
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Now, I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets(Say what)
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This is my message to emcees to make 'em quiver
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Signed, sealed, delivered
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Chorus:
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Tash:
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So, no matter where you turn, everywhere you look
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They say them Alkaholik niggaz is "off the hook"
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Cuz, we quick to sellin rhymers to the top and pop the cork
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Got love throughout the South, got love throughout New York
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So word to my mama, Tanya, cuz I'ma bomb ya
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With Off The Wall lyrics that hype you up and calm ya
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Damn! Cuz there's ladies up there smooth
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Pass the 40 to me man, you know the name of my group(Tha Alkaholiks)
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J-Ro:
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It's our time to glisten. Who be dissin?
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How you gonna rhyme with all your teeth missin?(The Likwit Crew party)
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Ain't no need for actin hard
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When we pull your card, you're outta here, rules the bar
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Most rappers sound the same, they foldin too much game
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But I do know, and you know nobody beats Tha Liks
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Well, check it
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How you gonna get the ladies naked
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Chorus(x12)
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Female:
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Nobody beats Tha Liks (4X)
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You know nobody can beat Tha Liks
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I know nobody can beat Tha Liks
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We rock you on and on
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Nobody beats Tha Liks
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Off The Wall
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Tha Alkaholiks |