Coast Ii Coast Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

[Intro:] 

From city to city, coast II coast 

Friday night is the night they like to party the most 

(We came, to rock, for everybody) 

From city to city, coast II coast 

Friday night is the night they like to party the most 

From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all) 

Friday night is the night they like to party the most 

[Verse One: Tash] 

(From city to city, coast II coast) 

I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost 

Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like (walkie talkies) 

So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee 

Off the hook with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio 

(Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo 

So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels 

Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles 

So nod to the oddness as the story gets told 

While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold 

Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses 

The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses 

I bust my shit and peel! Grab my wheels of steel 

If y'all niggaz can't feel me than y'all niggaz ain't real 

I hit so hard the WBC 

Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me 

Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles 

Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals 

And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute 

(Now the party didn't start) Till the Liks walked in it 

[Chorus:] 

From city to city, coast II coast 

Friday night is the night they like to party the most 

All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all 

When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y'all 

From city to city, coast II coast 

Friday night is the night they like to party the most 

All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all 

(from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right y'all 

[Verse Two: J-Ro] 

Yeah... check out my Ro-gram 

Since I was a kid I got darker 

I write rhymes so phat I need a marker 

My style gets bit like Peter Parker 

If imitation is the greatest form of flattery... 

...punk don't flatter me 

I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks 

Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks 

Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells 

You never even heard Rock the Bells 

My cash flows, like a bloody nose 

It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows 

I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin 

Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where I'm eatin 

Your style is like *do Do DOO* out of service 

The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC's be gettin nervous 

I never take falls, I got more balls than pre-hauls 

I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws 

Never ever find the fool that stole my brew 

(I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty things to you) 

Don't lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me 

If you choose the real shit you can't refuse me 

Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap 

I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp 

And I, could, just, go, all, the, way 

On Friday 

[Interlude:] 

Yo whassup baby!!! 

Yo wasn't that your nigga there performin? 

Nah nah that wasn't him 

Yo it was mad niggaz in that piece yo 

What? What was they mad about? 

...Yo kid 

Kid?!! I'm old enough to be your uncle, heh 

Anyway, where the BUD at? 

Sorry we do not drink! 

What the hell you talkin bout we don't drink 

I mean the chronic 

Oh you wanna smoke a L or sumthin? 

An L? Fuck is that? 

Man, word 

Nathin 

Who the fuck is Nate, tell him 

It's Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true... 

[Chorus:] 

From city to city, coast II coast 

Friday night is the night they like to party the most 

And there's so many niggaz on the planet left to rock yo 

don't be surprised when we rappin on your block 

From city to city, coast II coast 

Friday night is the night they like to party the most 

To all the hoses and all the third-leggers 

We comin old school like biscuits and Kreggers 

[Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash] 

Yo, first they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby 

But I'm just a nigga kickin me shit like Reggie Roby 

My name ain't Toby call me J-to the 

Talk on my cellular telly got a belly like Buddah 

I ain't Barry Gordy's son but I Rock(s)well 

When I eat Jamaican food I get the ox tail 

Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us 

I should kick my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris 

I jump out the bushes and ambush your crew 

Push you and moosh you like a bitch, what you wanna do 

It's round two nigga I'm showin no love 

It's like a heavyweight match, but without the gloves 

You just can't rock a show, you're too quick to fatigue 

I think you ain't busy since Red was in seas 

You need to put a little more thought into your writin 

Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened 

So stop biting what your mouth can't chew 

A nova eat you but my DJ flow better than you 

But when I go to set it call the closest paramedic 

Cause you faker than that motherfuckin jewelry that's cosmetic 

So hold on to your seats while I rock these beats 

Cause these are just the repeats of our amazing feats 

Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like world records 

So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected 

And we O... W... T...