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Tha Alkaholiks lyrics - Likwidation

Captain Hook

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Verse One: Tash I knew this nigga by the name of Captain Hook Who had a record deal but no lyrics in his book But everywhere you looked he had a poster for his single The one he bit the oldie track and stole the oldie jingle jangle, but I be comin from a different angle Cause I want that pot of gold below the hardcore rainbow But name your price and you'd be down to sell your moms I'm on a different level while the Devil grease your palms Sign your life away in ink, cause you think you got the talents But look at Hook's bank account and zero is the balance I repeat, ze-ro, peo-ple Cause he be worried bout his hook so he could get a spin from [------] [-----] but Rico, blow them type niggaz through the rooftop Cause [------] only plays you if you R amp;B or Tupac So one single later, he fallin out the game But before that nigga left, he left us his name Chorus: Tash Captain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook spend a little time witcha rhymes (repeat 2X) Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Tash And for your info, I can set it off to any tempo And have you niggaz puzzled while I make it look so simple Cause deep inside my mental I got stacks of lyrics hidden That's why I get the props that Captain Hooks don't be gettin Plus they be counterfeitin, styles straight scandals Spendin too much time tryin to party off the handle I bust to Orlando, tryin to better what I got (why) Cause I'm Tash the likwifyer here to take somebody's spot But not that nigga named Captain Hooks Cause he's the type of rapper, that's always worried bout his looks But overnight success don't impress the West that's freshest He need to take his cheese and invest in rappin lessons Or catch one for free right here on me Or catch me late Friday night on 92.3 And after lesson three, if his style still stank I'ma tie his ass up and make him walk the plank Chorus Verse Three: J-Ro I was in my Likwid cruise ship, just sailin the seas When Captain Hook came and stole my steez Oh Hook, caught a left hook, for stealin my hook In no time he stole a rhyme out my notebook I'm the the Pacific Ocean, floatin Chasin his broken ass out to Oakland But WhoRidas said he came and stole they name And he got E-40's briefcase full of game So I, set myself back on the Ro's quest With the Farrahey brew up in the crow's nest He could see L.A., there was trouble you see Oh shit, he just stole a flow from WC Now he's throwin up the dub I gotta catch the fuckin scrub He'll go down like a sub cause I'ma cut him like a shrub He wants pub, yeah, he's all on Blass He moved real fast on Snoop and Ras Kass Chorus (J-Ro instead of Tash in the first half) Verse Four: J-Ro Now I'm in Atlanta, and his trail is hotter than a sausage I'm took late, he took Outkast out as a hostage I wonder could he squab with the Goodie MoB I think he got the best of me, just how many would he rob I floated out to Queens but it seems I just missed him They said he robbed Cool J for his boomin system He went to Shaolin and stole Method Man's bio and he buried everything somewhere in Ohio Bone Thugs saw him, at the Crossroad with a empty treasure chest that he was tryin to load He was last seen sailin, into the distance We gotta catch this crook and we need your assistance Yeah, if you happen to see this punk scallywag out there Don't try to aprehend him, just call Tha Liks And if you suddenly got some rhymes missin, you know who did it Captain Hook, yeah we gon catch his ass Baten down the motherfuckin hatches We gonna feed his ass to the gators But first we gonna Chorus: second half

Klap Your Hands

Das EFX "Dead Serious"
Verse One: Dray Well uhh, ???? is macaroni and cheese Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh sneeze not, I gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon so shout Wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom! Drayx up for sure dang, now that I'm flexed My a-EFX'll quote, when the bridge fell down and I'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black Oki doki, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew so roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and...... Hook: Klap your hands now (x3) Verse Two: Skoob Bon voyage, look out below cos umm I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a ship Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets' and then S-K-double O-Be on *?mansel?* So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands Hook (x3) Verse Three: Dray Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know Mr. Magoo? You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?* The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and...... Hook (x3) Verse Four: Skoob A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ???? I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2 Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back hump back, I, you can't touch I cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya...... Hook to fade

Looseys

Das EFX "Dead Serious"
Verse One: Dray Well uhh ???? is macaroni and cheese Before I start I gots ta umm fart no I gots ta uhh sneeze not I gotcha trippin yippity doo da day Shucks I'm makin bucks so umm hip hip hooray and then some Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon so shout Wa bap a loo ba bawa bam boom! Drayx up for sure dang now that I'm flexed My a EFX'll quote when the bridge fell down and I'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black Oki doki, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew so roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and...... Hook: Klap your hands now (x3) Verse Two: Skoob Bon voyage, look out below cos umm I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a ship Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets' and then S-K-double O-Be on *?mansel?* So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands Hook (x3) Verse Three: Dray Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know Mr. Magoo? You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?* The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and...... Hook (x3) Verse Four: Skoob A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ???? I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2 Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back hump back, I, you can't touch I cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya...... Hook to fade

Thrid Degree (Feat. Defari)

DILATED PEOPLES
Evidence: (Punch in) I punch in this Club Elaine Punch out just pissed in Hurricane When this is done things will never be the same Peace to mega trend setters along I'm never taggin' Word Tameer and ah year of the Dragon In '76 born bomb lyricist Ever since I stun the mic and drums I keep 'em crisp From that events which occur in dense fog Accumulates clouds monsoons and thick smog By the way this is protected by the green that I'm smokin' With the key to unlock your mind I get it open Ajar mad far I kick you out the drivers listen Dilated Peoples place in po position While suckers steady fishin' I got that big catch Lead you to the trap door switch on the latch My name is Evidence and my mic a strike on any match (in fact) After this track we'll have 'em stuck like tacks Hook: It's the one two three MCs Now it's our turn to burn and blaze for always (X2) Defari: I keeps it rough and rugged rugged and rough A lot of kids think they hard oh my God I call they bluff And pull they cards like the king of hearts A lot of these cats act well enough to play the parts But I see through that's why I stay true And keep it real Rhymes worth more than eighty mil I blaze records like a circle on magnify Precise laser beam lyrics (who you?) Heru Defari Oh me oh my these botty bwoys gon have ta die They can run and hide but Allah know every Sodomite That's why righteousness prevails through every verse Me have to ? down Babylon and live free of curse Or free of evil strictly rough rhymes fro the People Dilated together we bond like seamen We breathin' with Reggie White style defense Raise you hand if you're tired of the rapper man who don't make sense Lyrics of gold rhymes are worth more than bill folds All you wack MCs give back them styles that you stole You owe Your dues are questionable You're a longtime criminal there's a hit out on you Hook (x4) Iriscience: I create to devastate Deep space blast off Make you salivate like pets of Pavlov Lines like bar codes but no mark of the beast Givin' peace to pioneers of the parks in the east From LA at it's finest the name is Iriscience Or Mr. Iristyle I hold material like Linus David to Goliath is me to the mindless I hope I haven't been chipped so satellites can't find it Big up to Iodine I try to get in touch Big Up to Defari for comin' through in the clutch Lyrically, I pick 'em apart like Coleef Prophecy of Garvy manifest Salacee Concoring lion 225th in the line So I choose to entertain AND uplift the mind Dilated never wack crew Ready set and tatoo Understand that rocker don't Throw Stone I throw statues Hook

It Just Don't Stop (Feat. Dice Raw)

THE ROOTS
Hook: Dig it, this world is filled with homicides and rape All the crimes of hate just ain't the size and shape You can walk don't the block and get slumped or knocked It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop (x2) Black Thought: I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness Who knows what is concealed under the mattress Ruegurs, losses and grindals when my minds in blackness Then I act this way the beast unleashed Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace But it's deceased now only lives the true realance Open up the mental deaths you rented through my palace My thoughts contain the plus sign plus the malice Not equating to your Wonderland so fuck Alice My style is hostile on the external But got plenty of love and warmth that's internal The sin coronal Surfaces from whispers from the lower My noun like arks and 950 years of Noah You're arch rival You burn a cross I burn the bible Because I'm liable, to do this When my actions true this But I'd rather choose to use my diction Resurrect that blond blue eyed and put him through another crucifixion Stay up in your jurisdiction (say what?) My depiction is the drama Though these eyes I've seen the trauma Homicides in the source that was phenomenal When I find out who banged Muwan in his abdominal Met with Jesus to learn to Burns not commical At times this thing ain't logical I gots to walk around with my brain on cock Cause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop Hook Malik B (M-Ill-it-ant): My mentals in flame your brains will drain When I let the ink drip and then pass out a pink slip I think quick so check my methodology My stylagy is more ranty than anthropology Between your raw legs like it's gynecology You and your sorry ass style needs an apology Cause an earthquake and make you shake you need neurology These niggas kill me actin' like stars fuck they astrology Imagin' with my badge I snatch the pagent Turn your city to a smashing and grab it Now it's time to burn the maggots my message stronger than Elisha That backslap the ass like your father Why bother? Would any care for, lyrics I sling from my mic with cease your laughter Mind of a bachelor to a master What I thought that leaves you flabbergasted Ask you what's the matter bastard? These types of rhythms man you'd rather blast it You hear the beats in jeeps over the weekend Silence is golden and niggas get killed just for speakin' The only deacon is death when ya left wounded Layin' on the ground and meet your doom quick I done been through the deserts of hell with Satin sittin' waitin' Contemplatin' and trying to get me for the takin' That's why I walk around with my brain on cock Cause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop Hook Black Thought: At times I feel as if could pull a kamikaze Illuminatti probably in the civic center lobby They seeds in the world student body probably Creatin' missles they got my child holdin' pistols Knowledge and understand will make a man murder Stand further fuck all the swine plus they hamburger No hallucination the lieutenant plus Illitant arean murder that's mental Credentials is I am a hell residental with fire for the presidental Officially it's havoc in the temple I terrorize the heavens bring on the renaissance With the seventh the civili the reverence reprimand The deacon keepin' 'em from speachin' Tell 'em seeks the false preacher and I step like a shadow on your way to hot concrete And ovserve my peoples in the essence every weekend We wonder what the fuck is school teachin' Intoxicating soldiers at chaotic times reachin' The dynasty is slim But they only resemble what's when we attack That split your back then we extort your speciamen I put this in your system like lesser than Then manuver mentally for men internal medicine I hold the fort down with Malik symoblic To the mind of word that's Islamic The killer force as I deposit dealin' with logic I keep my brain on cock it don't stop talking: Bad lieutenant, M-Ill-it-ant feel the fifth guerilla chant. Come through. ? Check it out. Hook

Rework The Angles

DILATED PEOPLES
featuring Defari Evidence: (Punch in) I punch in this Club Elaine Punch out just pissed in Hurricane When this is done things will never be the same Peace to mega trend setters along I'm never taggin' Word Tameer and ah year of the Dragon In '76 born bomb lyricist Ever since I stun the mic and drums I keep 'em crisp From that events which occur in dense fog Accumulates clouds monsoons and thick smog By the way this is protected by the green that I'm smokin' With the key to unlock your mind I get it open Ajar mad far I kick you out the drivers listen Dilated Peoples place in po position While suckers steady fishin' I got that big catch Lead you to the trap door switch on the latch My name is Evidence and my mic a strike on any match (in fact) After this track we'll have 'em stuck like tacks Hook: It's the one two three MCs Now it's our turn to burn and blaze for always (X2) Defari: I keeps it rough and rugged rugged and rough A lot of kids think they hard oh my God I call they bluff And pull they cards like the king of hearts A lot of these cats act well enough to play the parts But I see through that's why I stay true And keep it real Rhymes worth more than eighty mil I blaze records like a circle on magnify Precise laser beam lyrics (who you?) Heru Defari Oh me oh my these botty bwoys gon have ta die They can run and hide but Allah know every Sodomite That's why righteousness prevails through every verse Me have to ? down Babylon and live free of curse Or free of evil strictly rough rhymes fro the People Dilated together we bond like seamen We breathin' with Reggie White style defense Raise you hand if you're tired of the rapper man who don't make sense Lyrics of gold rhymes are worth more than bill folds All you wack MCs give back them styles that you stole You owe Your dues are questionable You're a longtime criminal there's a hit out on you Hook (x4) Iriscience: I create to devastate Deep space blast off Make you salivate like pets of Pavlov Lines like bar codes but no mark of the beast Givin' peace to pioneers of the parks in the east From LA at it's finest the name is Iriscience Or Mr. Iristyle I hold material like Linus David to Goliath is me to the mindless I hope I haven't been chipped so satellites can't find it Big up to Iodine I try to get in touch Big Up to Defari for comin' through in the clutch Lyrically, I pick 'em apart like Coleef Prophecy of Garvy manifest Salacee Concoring lion 225th in the line So I choose to entertain AND uplift the mind Dilated never wack crew Ready set and tatoo Understand that rocker don't Throw Stone I throw statues Hook

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