All The Way Live Lyrics - Singles - Tha Alkaholiks

Caps get peeled rolling in my force field 

Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill 

So when you walkin' down the block 

You better watch who you approachin' 

I'm not your R&B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin' 

Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units 

While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin' students 

Downin' all beer types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe 

(Yipes) 

The menace stuffin' mics down motherfuckers windpipes 

Has returned to burn, it's time y'all niggaz learn 

I naturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm 

With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin' 

I should mind the people's court 

Snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn and host my own show 

After Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo 

Transmitting live to all my black people 

Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga E-Swift 

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with 

Never shy, sippin' on some why ask why 

Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy 

Hooked up with John Q so let me do my thing 

While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King 

But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal 

Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal 

But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it 

Oh shit, that's my nigga, show these niggaz how you figure 

I bring it to your chest, pour all the way live 

And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs 

When we start rappin', heads roll like Patton 

With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot 

Yo, I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage 

And I got this magic, want to make your puny soul diminish 

The abstract delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point 

Mary Jane ain't nuttin' but a joint 

They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor 

Now I'm cuttin' and slashin' like Luke's light saber 

Yeah, what? You trapped in the zone 

Where MC's get seared and all spots blown 

And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky 

I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce, deuce Mickey's 

I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple 

And love to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle 

Pow, bust my liquid-ass style 

Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child 

Yo, put in the disc E while I hit the whiskey 

(Bust a rhyme off the head J) 

The nigga missed me, I'm in this rap game so I'ma aim to be best 

It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest 

I don't walk the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant 

I rock the beat to sleep like an infant 

The Likwit crew, comin' like this on you 

With that four minute Olde English piss on you 

You're bustin' dumb raps off the cap, oh shit 

But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit 

I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets 

Beats make my head bop, so I'ma rock it for the streets 

I fill all my days with big butts and boom 

I let my pants hand 'cuz my big nuts need room 

I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin' 

When my girl starts bitchin' I gets got like a kitchen 

I fly down like the Chi-town wind 

'Cuz I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin 

When, the saints come marchin' in 

I'ma roll right by 'em in the fly Lincoln 

Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down 

'Cuz I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy Brown 

The Liks bring the beer Tip sticks it in your ear holes 

I drop the mic and strike the Heisman pose 

Hardcore G, I get hardcore man 

From the underland a fuckin' wonderman, bam 

Lunatic potential, an isperential differential 

Confidentially smashin' instrumentals 

On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic 

And put my rear shit in flight, peep 

If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk 

Man, you got some motherfuckin' junk