Lyrics Killin' It - Tha Alkaholiks feat. Xzibit
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
Voulez-vous
coucher
avec
moi,
is
what
I
tell
her
I
get
freaky
like
Friday,
why
dey,
try
to
get
loose
Wack
MC's
are
like
prunkos,
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)
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?
1 AA Meeting (intro)
2 Likwidation
3 Captain Hook
4 Nas Skit
5 Tore Down
6 Off the Wall
7 Killin' It
8 LL Cool J Skit
9 Feel the Real
10 Hip Hop Drunkies
11 Aww Sh*t!
12 J-Ro Late Skit
13 Keep It Pourin'
14 Likwit Ridas
15 Funny Style
16 Commercial Skit
17 All Night
18 Debarge (Skit)
19 Pass Out
20 20th Caller (Skit)
21 Rockin' with the Best
22 Contents Unda Pressure
23 Make Room
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