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151 Lyrics - Singles - Tha Liks

All bitches come and kick it with me 

Weed smokers come and hit it with me 

Alcoholics come and sip it with me 

Uh huh, alcoholics come and hit it with me 

(Tell 'em about yo'self Tash) 

Alkies come and kick it with me 

(I said tell 'em about yo'self Tash) 

Say what? Yo 

 

I got a passion for fashion, fast cars and livin' triflin' 

A sweet tooth for mic booths hoes and rap life 'n it 

And everybody know Big Tash is unstoppable 

Flashy tashy fly assassin poppin' everything that's poppable 

Pop a collar, pop a wheelie, pop up at yo' house 

Poppin' bottles in your lawn, tell your pops you're goin' out 

Hip-Hop no doubt that's what it's about 

But I'm a tell y'all niggaz once, y'all better read my mouth 

 

Fuck bein' broke, 'cause bein' broke ain't no joke 

Broke niggaz always askin' to smoke 

Let me bust y'all down with a west coast heater 

If y'all girls is gettin' hot, throw on my wife beater 

Drink a whole litre, get buzzed and clown 

We go might wobble but he don't fall down 

Peace to Dogg Pound, let's have some fun 

The alcoholics in this bitch off that 151 

 

I, am a, alcoholic nigga 

Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta 

Move back I'm off that 151 right 

Stumblin', throwin' up, just lost my eyesight 

I, am a, alcoholic nigga 

Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta 

Bang hoes that want new clothes but get nada 

Ah, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha 

 

Make 'em shout, now how the fuck we gonna work it out? 

Turn it out, we'll smash and bang and blow a circuit out 

Alkies, we heat the party to the third degree 

Fuck with me, then I'll beat you down verbally 

Here we come, Tha Liks ain't never been the ones to run 

Just for fun, puttin' Remi in our water guns 

Where ya at, puffin' hash in the fuckin' sheetle 

Fuck that, most rappers I don't even really feel 'em 

 

Likwid MC's, flow like the breeze blowin' through the trees 

You know my steez, I burn bleeds while I count my cheese 

Aiyyo, MackinRo ain't never punkin' out 

Say bro, so nigga what the hell you funk about? 

Where you from, you know that Pactown is the city 

Dee dum dum, but I'm known to get down to the nitty 

Strip club, come here baby, let me see your titties 

Give me a dub, naw fuck that, nigga bring a fitty 

 

I, am a, alcoholic nigga 

Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta 

Move back, I'm off that 151 right 

Stumblin', throwin' up, just lost my eyesight 

I, am a, alcoholic nigga 

Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta 

Bang hoes that want new clothes but get nada 

Ah, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha 

 

So for the next twenty seasons, Tha Liks is gettin' even 

While we, 'Drop, drop, drop, drop it like', it's freezin' 

Party down for no reason, I'll play hoop with the spins 

I even celebrate the loss when the other team wins 

Fuckin' with my friends, DJ Twinz and Red 

You might catch that quick fast two piece with no bread 

You heard what he said, yeah, loud and clear 

Aiyyo J, where you at? Tash, I'm right the fuck here 

 

Listen up, you standin' in the corner smokin' drinkin' 

Empty cup, now you all fucked up with broken thinkin' 

DUI, now how the fuck you gon' get home? 

Don't even try, I hope you ain't gon' try to drive alone 

Watch that curve, 'cause if you do you might lose control 

You start to swerve, cruisin', wrappin' shit around a pole 

It ain't your day, you in a wheelchair like, oh no 

Now you say, I was gonna go professional 

 

I, am a, alcoholic nigga 

Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta 

Move back, I'm off that 151 right 

Stumblin', throwin' up, just lost my eyesight 

I, am a, alcoholic nigga 

Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta 

Bang hoes that want new clothes but get nada 

Ah, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha 

Are you remember?

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