Tash (Tha Alkaholiks), Tha Alkaholiks - Blackula lyrics
[Tash Tha Alkaholiks, Tha Alkaholiks - Blackula lyrics]
At nighttime I'm on the prowl
And I'm livin foul like Blackula
Got a microphone made out of
Chrome shaped like a spatula
Cause, I'm flippin rhymes at three
Times the speed of lightning
You dare to compare to the Golden
Bear it's kind of frightening
You can meditate, til you levitate
But never rate higher than a seven
Eight, yeah I had to set em straight
I know you feelin these
I ramsack yo' facilities
I'm ill at ease, with these MC's
Who ain't got no abilities
(get at me) I make MC's
Run out like batteries
I roll the bleeze and then
I blow like Cannonball Adderly
You try to get with Likwit but
Yo' brew ain't cold enough cold enough
You try to get with Likwit but
Yo' brew ain't cold enough cold enough
Ahh, y'all ain't even gotta clue
What my clique gon' do
Fast money, fast cars, niggas sleep until two
My Likwit niggas roundezous
We cop Kung-Fus and split em
When "The Freaks Come Out at Night"
CaTash be right wit em
Stone-faced, but only when I'm
Loaded wit funs
Big guns, I'll make you do the Nestea plunge
I only came to have some fun but
I get caught up in the rapture
I don't even write lyrics no more
I manufacture
Cold shit, you know that Old Gold shit
That raw shit
That drunken Alkahol shit that make you say
"Ahhh Shit!"
Them motherfuckers is too slick for Michael
We be creepin up on you like police on bikes
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it
Me and my niggas out lookin
For a party to crash
Mashed out to Long Beach but
We stop for some gas
I pull in first, CaTash pulled in last
J-Ro steady rollin blunts of
The Moroccan hash
Since it's all about the cash
We? on that smash
Hit up Four-Five and Carson
Scoop Xzibit and Brad
The sounds beatin so hard
It's vibratin my glass
Blast, plus we drivin way too fast
Slow down, you can't crash the whip
Slow down and hit a dip
Cause, I paid a lot of money for this? kit
We runnin late for a show
We got this money to get
The nightlife'll have you caught up
In all types of shit
Like what?
Like this, like that, like that like this
I drink St ide's
I don't be fuckin with Crist'
Cause we the type of clique that
Need to drink somethin stronger
When Tha Liks is in the house
The party last longer
I dedicate this song to, bitches and thugs
Who party down at the club
And show Tha Liks love
Even with creatine, injected in your spleen
You couldn't compete with my
All-star Likwit team
Cause Tha Liks reign supreme
Of all Hip-Hop scenes
We heard about your bougie party
Bumrushed it in jeans
And still pulled the hoes
Most likely to succeed
Where that nigga J-Ro? -
Most likely smokin weed
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight
Yo, check it out (uh huh)
Turn up the level more so I
Can hear the shit forever more
I came out of nowhere, like Predator
That's a metaphor, if you rap-impaired
You might say what happened there
While the b-boys clap and cheer
Bring that beat back in here!
Nighttime is the right time to write rhymes
Why you wanna bite mine? I blow
You away like White Lines
I think you better let it go
Get yo' ass off my pedestal
Before you need attention
And it's gonna be medical
If rap was basketball I'd have
The Earl the Pearl handles
I drink everything but Jack Daniels
Rap scandals, don't interest me
I don't get dressy
Tha Liks rock the shows but
Leave the whole crowd messy
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight
And I'm livin foul like Blackula
Got a microphone made out of
Chrome shaped like a spatula
Cause, I'm flippin rhymes at three
Times the speed of lightning
You dare to compare to the Golden
Bear it's kind of frightening
You can meditate, til you levitate
But never rate higher than a seven
Eight, yeah I had to set em straight
I know you feelin these
I ramsack yo' facilities
I'm ill at ease, with these MC's
Who ain't got no abilities
(get at me) I make MC's
Run out like batteries
I roll the bleeze and then
I blow like Cannonball Adderly
You try to get with Likwit but
Yo' brew ain't cold enough cold enough
You try to get with Likwit but
Yo' brew ain't cold enough cold enough
Ahh, y'all ain't even gotta clue
What my clique gon' do
Fast money, fast cars, niggas sleep until two
My Likwit niggas roundezous
We cop Kung-Fus and split em
When "The Freaks Come Out at Night"
CaTash be right wit em
Stone-faced, but only when I'm
Loaded wit funs
Big guns, I'll make you do the Nestea plunge
I only came to have some fun but
I get caught up in the rapture
I don't even write lyrics no more
I manufacture
Cold shit, you know that Old Gold shit
That raw shit
That drunken Alkahol shit that make you say
"Ahhh Shit!"
Them motherfuckers is too slick for Michael
We be creepin up on you like police on bikes
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it
Me and my niggas out lookin
For a party to crash
Mashed out to Long Beach but
We stop for some gas
I pull in first, CaTash pulled in last
J-Ro steady rollin blunts of
The Moroccan hash
Since it's all about the cash
We? on that smash
Hit up Four-Five and Carson
Scoop Xzibit and Brad
The sounds beatin so hard
It's vibratin my glass
Blast, plus we drivin way too fast
Slow down, you can't crash the whip
Slow down and hit a dip
Cause, I paid a lot of money for this? kit
We runnin late for a show
We got this money to get
The nightlife'll have you caught up
In all types of shit
Like what?
Like this, like that, like that like this
I drink St ide's
I don't be fuckin with Crist'
Cause we the type of clique that
Need to drink somethin stronger
When Tha Liks is in the house
The party last longer
I dedicate this song to, bitches and thugs
Who party down at the club
And show Tha Liks love
Even with creatine, injected in your spleen
You couldn't compete with my
All-star Likwit team
Cause Tha Liks reign supreme
Of all Hip-Hop scenes
We heard about your bougie party
Bumrushed it in jeans
And still pulled the hoes
Most likely to succeed
Where that nigga J-Ro? -
Most likely smokin weed
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight
Yo, check it out (uh huh)
Turn up the level more so I
Can hear the shit forever more
I came out of nowhere, like Predator
That's a metaphor, if you rap-impaired
You might say what happened there
While the b-boys clap and cheer
Bring that beat back in here!
Nighttime is the right time to write rhymes
Why you wanna bite mine? I blow
You away like White Lines
I think you better let it go
Get yo' ass off my pedestal
Before you need attention
And it's gonna be medical
If rap was basketball I'd have
The Earl the Pearl handles
I drink everything but Jack Daniels
Rap scandals, don't interest me
I don't get dressy
Tha Liks rock the shows but
Leave the whole crowd messy
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight
It's the middle of the - hype, night
All the ladies looking - right, right
My Likwit niggas keep it - tight, tight
Rowdy niggas wanna - fight, fight