Off The Wall Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

[keith murray] you can get it, get it, get it, get it 

[tash] 

Dude, what you got on my forty homey? 

One two, likwid, likwid, likwid 

What you think motherfucker? 

Course I do - came down 

Fuck it up, uhh, uhh 

Chorus: 

Get your back up off the wall "get with it" 

[keith murray] and you can get it, get it, get it, get it 

Get your back up off the wall "get with it" 

[keith murray] and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah 

Verse one: tash 

I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes 

The r&b singers or the niggaz with flows 

So what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole 

(cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control) 

And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say 

They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away 

Good choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no... 

[activator spraying sound] to make my hair look moist 

Just a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell 

'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell 

It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer 

That be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner 

'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh 

In your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest 

Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the road 

Cause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold 

Gold, or double plat 

Catashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that) 

Horizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it 

To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute 

Party shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe 

That's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype 

But I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya 

Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya 

Chorus 2x 

Verse two: j-ro 

Who the hell let the dog out the gate? 

Ready or not, here I come to set it straight 

Cause it's a thin line between love and hate 

So mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate 

Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes 

They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes 

But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight? 

Just give in, cause you know you'll never win, right? 

It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour 

A three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power 

(stop look and listen) that's the way of the world 

I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels 

Is it just my imagination, or is my generation 

Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration 

Peace to the departed, I get it started like a-b 

C, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby 

I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner 

(I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her? ) 

Yeah, I found love on a two way street 

Now I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what) 

This is my message to mc's to make em quiver 

Signed, sealed, delivered 

Chorus 

Verse three: keith murray 

I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me 

So dark you can't overlook me 

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall 

I call up tha liks and we drunk em all 

Heavy or small, you drink, forget it 

You ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit 

It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller 

Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer 

Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala 

Skill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila 

One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller 

Superstar status guerilla, still i 

To this day drink olde english cannot stand miller 

A real hip-hop berzerker 

At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous 

Originality you lack 

So take that move back catch a heart attack 

Get your back up off the wall 

Chorus 4x with variations 

Female: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz) 

Nobody beats tha liks (4x) 

You know nobody can beat tha liks 

I know nobody can beat tha liks 

We rock you on and on 

Nobody beats tha liks