Killin' It Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

Ahh, ahh, I be killin' it 

(Why Tash?) 

'Cause I be feelin' it 

I get money so no need for stealin' it 

I work diligent beneath the earth's soil 

Where I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in foil 

But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's freezing 

'Cause I from the Likwid crew where we got drinks for every season 

Maybe that's the reason why I live high all July 

And the place I buy my beer is callin' in for more supply 

Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no 

Maybe niggaz got some friends that wanna battle for some dough 

If you know somebody holla, 'cause I take those extra dollars 

Split that shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala 

And lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese 

Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys 

And say, nigga that's your's, 'cause you opened up doors 

Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour 

So God bless ya, never let this rap pressure test ya 

You know who got your back when them other niggaz sweat ya' 

So check uno dos while I roast this coast a toast 

When it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the most 

I be killin' it 

(Killin' it) 

Killin' it 

(killin' it) 

Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya niggaz feelin' it 

Killin' it 

(Killin' it) 

Killin' it 

(Killin' it) 

J-Ro is up next to flow 

Dat's me 

I be killin' it 

(Killin' it) 

When I be feelin' it 

Got rum in my cup, best believe I won't be spillin' it 

Yo, Xzibit 

(Whattup Ro?) 

I got to know, do I got that Likwid flow 

(Oh, fo' sho') 

Well, here I go, mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater 

I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche two-seater 

I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears 

And Astro vans with swivel chairs hoes come in pairs 

Plus makin' money's in my genes 

That's why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravin' 

My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash 

My mouth craves the brew and my Johnson craves the ass 

Who's on blast? Tha Liks, baby, don't twist it 

Just rock it, got your girl's number in my change pocket 

What's her name? Stella, if she's on me kinda hella 

[Unverified], is what I tell her 

I get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get loose 

Wack MC's are like [unverified], they have no use 

I just got off the court, where I was whoopin' some cats 

In basketball, here's a question that I have to ask y'all 

Who be killin' it, is it the ladies? Who be killin' it, is it the fellas? 

Who be killin' it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin' it, is it the gangsters? 

Who be killin' it, is it the rastas? Who be killin' it 

Killin' it, killin' it, killin' it? 

See I be killin' it, yeah, when I be feelin' it 

This is dedicated to the niggaz that be stealin' shit 

Straight from the bottom of my black ass heart 

The untamed feel no shame, on top of the game 

Mr. Big Bad Insane, black John McClane 

Look, listen and learn, you only get what you earn 

So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke 

Go straight for the throat, we known for rockin' the boat 

It's hard to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts 

Tryin' to stack like King Tut and still bang the microphone up 

Demandin', clear lane for crash landin' 

If anything I'm guaranteed to be the 'Last Man Standing' 

Pick a number motherfucker, whassup? 

The circumstance make you shit in your pants and we advance 

As an avalanche of soul and everything that shine ain't gold 

Just 'cause niggaz got brew don't make 'em nickel proof 

My record contract reads hit man for hire 

Xzibit showin grace under fire 

Tha Alkaholiks killin' it 

(Killin' it) 

Killin' it 

(Killin' it) 

Tha Liks rock that shit that have all y'all niggaz feelin' it 

Once again feelin' it, killin' it 

(Killin' it) 

Drillin' it 

(Drillin' it) 

What, yeah, bring it live with the, yeah, feelin' it 

(Feelin' it) 

Killin' it 

(Killin' it) 

Like this 

Party down, party down, party down 

Bringin' it live once again, yeah, 'cause I be killin' it 

(What, stabbin' it, beatin' it, yeah) 

Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit like this out the West coast 

Say what, wha, what, wha, what, what? 

I say what, wha, what, wha, what, what? It's the likwid crew 

We be killin' it, uhh, 'cause we be feelin' it 

Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what, what?