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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 »

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1997

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WhoRidas, Tha Alkaholiks

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 hundred 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 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 niggaro, riding on a metro 
With the Cold 4-0, I really don't like to promote 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 permanent 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 

This is how it goes down, check out he sound 
Westcoast underground, who is the tightest? 
The Liks and WhoRidas
The Liks and 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 dividends 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 you there trying to be the man 
Like Neon Deion, got jacked like peons 
On the front line for the first time 

Hey, what's the big idea? Put that gun away Harry we have a deal. 
It's never too late to improve your bargaining position. 

And to whom it my concern, it's Tash turn to burn 
Bored as f*ck 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 decisions 
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!) 

This is how it goes down, check out he sound 
Westcoast underground, who is the tightest? 
The Liks and WhoRidas
The Liks and WhoRidas

This is how it goes down, check out he sound 
Westcoast underground, who is the tightest? 
The Liks and WhoRidas
The Liks and WhoRidas

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