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Contents Unda Pressure Lyrics - Singles - Tha Alkaholiks

I'm the beer rational outta national 

My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the gravy 

Wassup wavy, thanks to my homey King Tee-la 

The host wit the most, I'm coast to coast like Aunt Peela 

 

The Cowboys beat the Steelers so nigga where's my 50 dollar 

Boom bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin' shiftee 

In this game of rappin' your ass will never win 

And let you play B B Rickers wit Quik, Suge and Mack 10 

 

Who need to come join these words like conjunction 

A friend before I bring the end to your bodily functions 

When I speak I go deep, like when I'm stabbin' it 

You comin' up empty like your Mother Hubbard's cabinet 

 

'Cause you keep comin' with rhymes guns so deeply 

Example is the school of mankind niggaz so peep me 

You Range-Rovin', Tommy Hil and bustin' glocks 

While I'm in the studio bustin' lyrics in my socks 

 

And the A C is broken, no jokin', we got the worm 

Without the coke-in, the fuckin' DAT machine is smokin' 

The pizza still ain't here, we out of beer 

And I think this motherfuckin' engineer is a queer 

 

And my dip is blowin' up my hip whats up honey 

(Eh, J-Ro the land lord really wants his money) 

Aww, shit 

 

Contents unda pressure, contents unda pressure 

I hope for the best and expect the worst 

Get stress off my chest every time I bust a verse 

 

Ain't no describin', the way that Tash be feelin' when he's vibin' 

Be feelin' like a deadly secret agent on assignment 

Don't fuck wit microfilms, I want the microphones and tables 

that some niggaz stole while I was at a meeting wit my label 

 

'Cause Tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound 

Put you down 'cause your lyrics suck more than Divine Brown 

While I'm off that Royal Crown gettin' party at the Atmospheric 

Wit the 40's and the Hennessey to get y'all in the spirit 

 

So bounce to the lyrics of the noble Likwit warrior 

Get the stress out or try to maintain like X and Gloria 

Poundin' your surroundin', stuffin' at you from the Liks 

Styles harder to decode than graffiti on the bricks 

 

So read my tag and weep while I drive you off the deep 

Wit the Alkie style that rock you and made Quantum wanna leap 

'Cause Tash in the streets plays for keeps on micros 

It's the never ending quest for west coast rap titles 

 

Contents unda pressure, contents unda pressure 

I hope for the best and expect the worst 

Get stress off my chest every time I bust a verse 

 

Yo I walk in the place, kicks un-laced 

Wit a bitter beer face, naw a whole case 

(A 40?) 

Wit flows like these, we not your average MC's 

We be the drunken masters of ceremonies 

 

These rappers come out hard then turn fake like rayon 

Put I choose to stick to the streets like a crayon 

In order to go pop, we'd have to stop comin' fresher 

Contents under pressure 

 

And there ain't no tellin' when we bout to explode 

Like tall cans in the freezer when they get too cold 

We gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto gold 

More than half a million know these beats got soul 

 

We still under pressure, thats my motivation 

To let this drunk technique leak through out the nation 

I'm stressed out, for weeks wit no sleep 

And no roll in the studio 'cause I know this shits gotta blow 

 

When you see me on the mic we go buck for buck 

We only battle decent niggaz, so be glad y'all suck 

'Cause if I take ten steps and turn around I'll destroy ya 

'Cause my style be up in niggaz like I'm Oscar De La Hoya 

 

The crew you got before ya, Tash the top gunner 

So try to stay on float while the current pulls you under 

'Cause read what it stands fool, like on the bulletin 

Wit skills they couldn't teach your ass at Cal State Fullerton 

 

I'm in the zone like the Bulls at home 

Wit mad stains on my shirt from all the beer and foam 

'Cause the crew wit all the brew, buries squads like treasures 

Wit the Hennessey and Coke tryin' to deal wit life's pressure 

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