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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:

1995

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From city to city, coast II coast 
Friday night is the night they like to party the most 
(We came, to rock, for everybody) 
From city to city, coast II coast 
Friday night is the night they like to party the most 
From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all) 
Friday night is the night they like to party the most 

(From city to city, coast II coast) 
I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost 
'Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like [walkie talkies] 
So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee 
Off the hook with (droppin' visions) so the Leo of the trio 
(Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo 
So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels 
Dressin' like y'all paid, redeemin' Coke bottles 
So nod to the oddness as the story gets told 
While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold 
'Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses 
The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses 
I bust my shit and peel! Grab my wheels of steel 
If y'all niggaz can't feel me than y'all niggaz ain't real 
I hit so hard the WBC 
Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me 
'Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles 
Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals 
And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute 
(Now the party didn't start) Till the Liks walked in it 

From city to city, coast II coast 
Friday night is the night they like to party the most 
All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all 
When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y'all 
From city to city, coast II coast 
Friday night is the night they like to party the most 
All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all 
(from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right y'all 

Yeah check out my Ro-gram 
Since I was a kid I got darker 
I write rhymes so phat I need a marker 
My style gets bit like Peter Parker 
If imitation is the greatest form of flattery
Punk don't flatter me 
I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks 
Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks 
Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-are-O got the spells 
You never even heard Rock the Bells 
My cash flows, like a bloody nose 
It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows 
I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin' 
Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where I'm eatin 
Your style is like do do doo out of service 
The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC's be gettin' nervous 
I never take falls, I got more balls than pre-hauls 
I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws 
Never ever find the fool that stole my brew 
(I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty things to you) 
Don't lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me 
If you choose the real shit you can't refuse me 
Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap 
I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp 
And I, could, just, go, all, the, way 
On Friday 

Yo whassup baby!!! 
Yo wasn't that your nigga there performin'? 
Nah nah that wasn't him 
Yo it was mad niggaz in that piece yo 
What? What was they mad about? 
Yo kid 
Kid?!! I'm old enough to be your uncle, heh 
Anyway, where the bud at? 
Sorry we do not drink! 
What the hell you talkin' 'bout we don't drink 
I mean the chronic 
Oh you want to smoke a L or sumthin'? 
An L? F*ck is that? 
Man, word 
Nathin' 
Who the f*ck is Nate, tell him 
It's Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true
 
From city to city, coast II coast 
Friday night is the night they like to party the most 
And there's so many niggaz on the planet left to rock yo 
Don't be surprised when we rappin' on your block 
From city to city, coast II coast 
Friday night is the night they like to party the most 
To all the hoses and all the third-leggers 
We comin' old school like biscuits and Kreggers 

Yo, first they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby 
But I'm just a nigga kickin' me shit like Reggie Roby 
My name ain't Toby call me J-to the 
Talk on my cellular telly got a belly like Buddah 
I ain't Barry Gordy's son but I Rock(s)well 
When I eat Jamaican food I get the ox tail 
Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us 
I should kick my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris 
I jump out the bushes and ambush your crew 
Push you and moosh you like a bitch, what you want to do 
It's round two nigga I'm showin' no love 
It's like a heavyweight match, but without the gloves 
You just can't rock a show, you're too quick to fatigue 
I think you ain't busy since Red was in seas 
You need to put a little more thought into your writin'
Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened 
So stop biting what your mouth can't chew 
A nova eat you but my DJ flow better than you 
But when I go to set it call the closest paramedic 
Cause you faker than that motherfuckin' jewelry that's cosmetic 
So hold on to your seats while I rock these beats 
'Cause these are just the repeats of our amazing feats 
'Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like world records 
So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected 
And we O... W... T

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