[J-Ro]

Yeah, it's the return of three drunk mothafuckas

Huh, yeah, it's Tha Liks

We gots Stan the guitar man in the house

Mothaclucka, uh, uh



[J-Ro]

I'm sick like a sore throat swallow, drunk act to follow

I'll make the whole bottle hollow (what a ride!)

Rollin' wit' a open container, and one in the chamber

Ten Likwit CD's in the changer

Bettin' wages on the Lakers; yo' squad is in danger

Hoes go two ways these days like my pager

Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro, oh, you didn't know? (no)

Well, fuck you then!

I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats

Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats

Got more ? than biceps, relax

Pure hoes jockin' in the studio flats

When I'm in the house, take off the wave cap for hats

Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat

Raised in the valley of the shadow of death

So I fear none, time to anty up for the beer run



[Chorus]

We are Tha Alkaholiks

It's last call, can we get anotha round?

We are Tha Alkaholiks

And I know ya like the way it's goin' down



[Tash]

So all the ladies to the Limo, it's Tha Alkaholik car pool

Lyrics bang from thirty feet to blow y'all niggas off your bar stool

We back, to wet'cha, the flawless, the wallus

Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks



[Tha Liks]

We the same three niggas that be makin' the noise

Doin' donuts in Ferraris, like some drunk hot boys



[Tash]

Do or die fool! Straight from the home of where we spark from

Where the weed'll leave ya dizzy like a tranquelizer dart gun

The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown

Well, I made a million dollars off this shit I penciled down

Flashy Tashy, be gunnin' from the worsest alliance

And when I die, I'ma donate all my verses to science

Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lone-shark

You be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own mark

I'm sober and justice, why this is my year

Screamin' "Party over here, fuck y'all over there!"

(Party over here, fuck y'all over there!)



[Chorus]



[J-Ro]

King Tee started it off, and then came Tha Liks

Then Xzibit added hot done proda to the mix

Then Defari, "Hey you!" Comin' through, Likwit Crew

And ? gets the broom, who can sin it?

Who can sin it? Twisted and been it, but if the funk ain't in it

My DJ always submitted to spin it

If I said that I meant it, don't get'cha mouth pin it in ?

We feelin' with a penny, represent it



[Tash]

Aiyyo re-pre-sent, yo', re-si-dence

If it don't say Likwit, then you won't get bent

Aiyyo, dollars and cents, make the world just awkward

Got niggas in the hood, livin' next to their doctor

I'm a rowdy, mic-rocker, since the age of twenty-two

In the video, flossin', like "This could be you"

Likwit Crew, do it up, 'til the wheels fall off

Unlike these other niggas that had it and lost it

We stayed in the game, stayed hot, turned up the flame

[Pharoahe Monch] ("Y'all know the name!")



[Chorus x2]