Sickness Lyrics - Singles - Tha Liks

You ready? Are you ready? 

Aiyyo, we need some beer to the stage quick 

(Quick, quick, quick) 

Alkaholiks on the set, y'all ready? Uhh 

Aiyyo, it's six million drinks to try, choose one 

So you can catch a buzz while Likwid show you how it's done 

Bouncin' off the walls is just my niggaz havin' fun 

With all these weak niggaz, why the fuck'd we lose Pun? 

Damn! It's a trip to see the world twist around us 

But Tha Alkaholik clique A.K.A. The 40 Downers 

Gets twisty, twisty, yak and brews 

Black Rob flows is "Whoa!", Tha Liks is like "Whoo!" 

Is there a doctor in the house 'cause somebody gonna need him? 

Tash fight for his right to party, I need my freedom 

So I can drink in public without the cops eyein' me 

F.B.I. spyin' me cause everybody buyin' me 

I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks 

But before I put it down all I need is a fix 

Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days 

And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed 

I'm like a sickness, I'm like a sickness but there is no cure 

And when you hear my voice don't it sound so pure? 

Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' 

So whether we together kickin' down the doors 

From Lake Buteras to Paris generic rappers get embarrassed 

We inherit B-boy Sermons just like Erick's 

Liks been flowin' longer than your grandparent's marriage 

Eatin' buzzed brownies more than Bugs eat carrots 

Kick back in the 'Llac like a horse and a carriage 

Spittin' "The Facts of Life" more than Tudy and Ms. Garrett 

When I'm runnin' my errands, Dayton rims feel like Ferris 

Get socked in your larynx, if yo' ass get careless 

Aiyyo, who stole the soul? I did 'cause I was desperate 

Send a random note to Loud, I want a million for my next shit 

I know you got the money, Steve, just reach into that grab bag 

Then step back and watch me drop these "Bombs On Baghdad" 

'Cause Tash rap melodical, drunk periodical 

Niggaz think they hot but I'm seein' they ain't got it though 

I'm from L.A., you from Idaho, no skills you gotta go 

Fo' albums deep, so y'all motherfuckers gotta know 

We birds of a feather so we smoke together 

Tha Liks and Rocwilder gonna choke whoever 

Ain't in this motherfucker comin' raw dog style 

Hold my drink, Mr. Tan, while I jump in the crowd 

I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks 

But before I put it down all I need is a fix 

Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days 

And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed 

I'm like a sickness, I'm like a sickness but there is no cure 

And when you hear my voice don't it sound so pure 

Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' 

So whether we together kickin' down the doors 

Excuse my gutter language, but fuck bein' famous 

Ro bust for nameless don of rhymin' China chainless 

Olde English ancient drive Chevys with paint chips 

I breathe herb, so they say my words is tainted 

Let's take it back to "Colors", get your face painted with fat caps 

I got more rhymes in my mind than you can fit in your backpacks 

Go 'head, eat 'em up like snack packs 

I stay busy like crack shacks 

I like my hoes with the lickable toes 

And the silver dollar nipples that be pokin' out the clothes 

Now I suppose you want flows like MackinRo's 

'Cause you be standin' on the stage at all our motherfuckin' shows 

James Robinson, even my name is dominant 

Lyrics astonishin' from the Likwid Conglomerate 

My crew in it, I'm in it, so we remain prominent 

Rap game I'm bombin' it, it's too much Uncle Tom in it 

I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks 

But before I put it down all I need is a fix 

Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days 

And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed 

I'm like a sickness, I'm like a sickness but there is no cure 

And when you hear my voice don't it sound so pure 

Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' 

So whether we together kickin' down the doors 

I got drunk and got down with Tha Liks 

But before I put it down all I need is a fix 

Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days 

And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed 

I'm like a sickness, I'm like a sickness but there is no cure 

And when you hear my voice don't it sound so pure 

Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' 

So whether we together kickin' down the doors