Tha Alkaholiks, King T - Likwit lyrics
[Tha Alkaholiks, King T - Likwit lyrics]
I hang MC's with my noose, watch me get loose
The nigga flippin more styles
Than Snapple got juice
'Cause, I'm too hot to handle
Got more soul in my pinky
Than a niggy pickin his afro
In a leopard-skin dashiki
The freshest, yes it's
The rhymer with the bottle
Kickin it with my homie like
Lamont did with Rollo live at the Apollo
They still couldn't boo it 'cause
Even in New York
Them fools be buzzing off the fluids
Too much Olde E will make you pee
As you can see I'm the
Alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey
Get with the clippers never nappy like Misty
I didn't grow dreads
'cause dreads is for the rastas
Tha Alkaholik clique straight
Knockin' out imposters
Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic
Get with the crew that's flowin like Likwit
Every night I pray to god please
No more wack MC's
I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these
I get over like a high jumper
Freaks be on my weinie
'Cause they know I'm packin
More shit than Bandini
The freshest on the map servin
Raps with all the fixins
E-Swift does the mixin
Pockets fat like Rickie Nixon's
(Ain't no party like a Alkaholik party)
So don't be a nitwit, get with the Likwit
(Ah yeah, ah yeah) yeah a little louder a
Little louder a little louder
One two one two yeah just like that, yo
Yo (flowin' like Likwit)
Ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah
Ahh yeah flowin' like Likwit
Owwwwww, King Tee
Here comes the Lik, or should I say Likwit
As I gets funky on a track
That my nigga E-Swift did
Rollin with the Alkaholik group
Call me trooper run of the mill skills got
Your neck in the noose
But hey I be the K-IN-G Tee for short
Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport
Wicked when I kick it, yeah that's the ticket
Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the Likwit
You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup
So niggy won't you just shut the (hold up)
The girls call me dookie man 'cause I'm
The shit can't you smell son
I gots more freaks than Prince Rogers Nelson
I can't be stopped I
Got Hip-Hop wreckin powers
I gotta say what's up to
My buddy Ricky Flowers
We got that Likwit funk
We get drunk with the
(hell motherfuckin yeah)
The nigga flippin more styles
Than Snapple got juice
'Cause, I'm too hot to handle
Got more soul in my pinky
Than a niggy pickin his afro
In a leopard-skin dashiki
The freshest, yes it's
The rhymer with the bottle
Kickin it with my homie like
Lamont did with Rollo live at the Apollo
They still couldn't boo it 'cause
Even in New York
Them fools be buzzing off the fluids
Too much Olde E will make you pee
As you can see I'm the
Alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey
Get with the clippers never nappy like Misty
I didn't grow dreads
'cause dreads is for the rastas
Tha Alkaholik clique straight
Knockin' out imposters
Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic
Get with the crew that's flowin like Likwit
Every night I pray to god please
No more wack MC's
I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these
I get over like a high jumper
Freaks be on my weinie
'Cause they know I'm packin
More shit than Bandini
The freshest on the map servin
Raps with all the fixins
E-Swift does the mixin
Pockets fat like Rickie Nixon's
(Ain't no party like a Alkaholik party)
So don't be a nitwit, get with the Likwit
(Ah yeah, ah yeah) yeah a little louder a
Little louder a little louder
One two one two yeah just like that, yo
Yo (flowin' like Likwit)
Ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah
Ahh yeah flowin' like Likwit
Owwwwww, King Tee
Here comes the Lik, or should I say Likwit
As I gets funky on a track
That my nigga E-Swift did
Rollin with the Alkaholik group
Call me trooper run of the mill skills got
Your neck in the noose
But hey I be the K-IN-G Tee for short
Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport
Wicked when I kick it, yeah that's the ticket
Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the Likwit
You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup
So niggy won't you just shut the (hold up)
The girls call me dookie man 'cause I'm
The shit can't you smell son
I gots more freaks than Prince Rogers Nelson
I can't be stopped I
Got Hip-Hop wreckin powers
I gotta say what's up to
My buddy Ricky Flowers
We got that Likwit funk
We get drunk with the
(hell motherfuckin yeah)