Who Dem Niggas

Tha Alkaholiks

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Tha Alkaholiks

Tha Alkaholiks, also known as Tha Liks, was an American hip hop group from Los Angeles, California. Since the early 1990s they have produced funky, upbeat, hedonism-themed party music with a hardcore hip hop edge, powered by the beats of DJ and producer E-Swift (born Eric Brooks in Columbus, Georgia, raised in Toledo, Ohio) and the lively, comedic rhymes of J-Ro (born James Robinson in Los Angeles) and Tash (born Rico Smith in Cincinnati). Though commercial crossover success largely eluded the group, they maintained a dedicated following on their native West Coast, throughout the United States and worldwide. more »


Year:
1993
3:46
76 
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Yeah, Tha Alkaholiks 
Ay J, I got a crew 
They called the Loot Pack 
And they can get crazy fresh y'all, crazy fresh y'all 
My man Jack is about to get fresh y'all 

Check the flavor here's a rootin tootin hydraulic trooper 
Tha Alkaholik grouper in the house and when I bust the hula-hooper 
Peep my ish, when I flips next I flash with the Cracker Jacker 
A true Loot Packer 
Gettin versatile when I smile toastin to the funk 
All punks put your glass down, or end up in the trunk 
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied 
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey 
Mariah took her back, and show her how I Pack, Loot 
Kick lyrics on originally outtrack black in fact 
People call me moody, I simply knocks the booty 
Pull up my hoody, and then I bust a Sam Goody 

Bitches on my woody cuz I likes to get the loosest 
I eat niggaz up and wash em down with deuce gooses 
A Colt .45 cuz I gotsta rush the likwit 
Tash from the group that the bitches wanna get with 
I kick it from the East all the way to the West 
Yes stay away from booze that puts the hair on your chest 
And that's a little piece of advice for the kiddos 
I bust more flavor than your teacher got dittoes 
I keep it up to date or take it back like The Twist 
E-Swift is out of town so the Pack load the disc 
So, take your ass home, good night, the party's over 
If your ass is drunk, ride home with someone sober 
Yeah... Tha Alkaholiks, ah yeah, the Loot Pack 
(the party's over, it's all over) Nineteen ninety-three 
And this is how we kick it 

I'ma wreck the neck conducting props like Randy Wrecker 
The mecca licka mega-hot mega-mike checka 
Call me diesel to the easel, the weasel, the wacky 
The packy, the Rikki, Tikki, the Taffy 
One for the trouble, two for the trouble 
I gotta get snaps and spit raps on the double 
On and on to the beat I wreck shop 
Scoop a rumplestil-skin then I'm out, the brother with the clout 
Be so dead on the loopa, the super-duper wrecka mic checka 
I roll soul like an old trooper 
I used to play football, now I'm into rockin 
My rhyme is the tailback, the track is the blockin 
My name is J-Ro and I've been waitin for ages 
To let the world know what I've been writin on the pages 
I don't smoke sess it's rough on the West 
OK, I confess, I puff on the stress 
I rip it when I wreck it, when I mic check it 
Brothers check the flav, check the Alkaholik record 
While I flip styles, and rip styles, and hit styles 
And hit piles for miles of styles, I still pile 
The flavor flippin funk, bringin diesel be the packer 
A trooper loop, scoop you like a hula-hoop and smack ya 
Like you stutter, I ribbedyribbedyribbedyrip styles, I'm comin 
The Loot Pack, Tha Alkaholiks keepin niggaz runnin 
Runnin, yeah, do that shit, yeah 
Turn the party out, yeah yeah 
Turn the party out, c'mon c'mon 

You think that you can fade this, you must be out to lunch 
They call me E-Swift, I'm from Tha Alkaholik bunch 
I just downed a brew, now check out one two 
It's the Liks baby rockin with the Loot Pack crew 
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics 
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so 
Raise up off me, or get snatched by the collar 
The party ain't over till that fat bitch holler 
I'm in the house so check the way I flow 
Niggaz say I'm fat, everyday I say I know 
But my head ain't swoll, I stay down to earth 
Never gangbang, never claim the turf 
But I drink a gang of forties, ain't nuttin wrong with that 
Unless you go buckwild and start bustin off your gat 
Ay nigga f*ck that the party's over man! 
Everybody get they shit get the f*ck out

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Written by: C. BROWN, E. BROOKS, J. ROBINSON, R. SMITH

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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