Lyrics L-I-K-S - Tha Alkaholiks
Ha
ha,
ha,
ha,
ha,
straight
ignorance
at
it's
finest
We
got
the
rowdy
ass
Alkaholik
boys
in
the
house
tonight
They
brought
they
homeboys
the
Animal
House
to
come
fuck
witch'all
Animal
House
full
of
skateboarders,
head
bangers,
slang
bashers
Y'know,
check
me
out
Aiyyo
Tha
Liks
work
beats
like
custom
auto
When
the
fans
hear
the
name
they
straight
rush
a
bottle
It's
two
thou'
now
niggaz
what's
the
motto?
(Keep
it
pourin'
motherfucker)
Ah
'til
it
hurts
to
swallow
I
got
a
Rollo
ass
style
with
no
strings
attached
If
you
ain't
come
to
battle
don't
bring
yo'
raps
It's
tha
Liks
baby,
yeah,
yeah,
the
same
team
Yo
Swift,
tell
these
niggaz
what
the
fuck
the
name
means
Aight
Leanin'
on
the
ledge
of
the
bar,
loud
rowdy
and
rude
Longevity,
lots
of
energy
Legendary
Likwid
Crew
for
life,
large
following
Illustrious,
impressive
In
your
rap
section,
not
imperfection
International,
inner
city
nigga
I'm
the
truth
in
the
isolated
booth
Idolize
my
group
Who
keep
runnin'
off
at
the
mouth,
keep
it
bouncin'
down
South
We
stay
keyed,
keep
on
givin'
the
fans
what
they
need
Keep
it
rough
for
these
streets
(Swift)
So
inebriated,
so
faded
So
underrated,
so
concentrated
So
focused,
so
much
ambition
So
much
recognition,
that's
the
definition
of
L,
to
the
motherfuckin'
I,
to
the
motherfuckin'
K,
to
the
motherfuckin'
S,
what
comes
next?
It's
the
L,
to
the
motherfuckin'
I,
to
the
motherfuckin'
K,
to
the
motherfuckin'
S,
what
comes
next?
It's
the
So
when
tha
Liks
is
on
the
set
it's
that
same
shit
perpetual
A
gang
of
rookie
niggaz
tryin'
to
drink
against
professionals
But
y'all
bow
down
around
drink
six
When
you
seein'
nine
of
us
but
it's
only
three
Liks
Headbangin'
beats
leaves
necks
with
pinched
nerves
Tash
slurs
word
serves
when
I'm
sippin'
C-derb
But
y'all
already
know
what's
the
name
of
my
team
So
yo
J,
tell
these
niggaz
what
the
fuck
the
name
means
Los
Angeles,
lyrical
manhandlers
Got
ladies
laid
up
in
the
lab,
livin'
skanless
For
the
love
of
brew,
younger
son
named
Lou
Likwid
niggaz
in
the
party
laminate
your
whole
body
I'm
usin'
alcohol
infusion
You
idiots
get
bruised
'cause
you
choosin'
an
illusion
How
can
I
be
inhumane?
In
a
world
full
of
animals
I'm
pure
like
Iverson
handles
You
know
you
better
kneel
to
Likwid
Knights
We
down
with
the
King
plus
we
knit
real
tight
We
got
the
knack
to
make
knots,
leave
me
the
fuck
alone
Before
I
break
you
down
from
kneecaps
to
knuckle
bones
Shit
you
done
walked
into
a
storm
We
reign
seven
feet
above
the
norm
Pull
it
over
to
the
side,
I'm
slip
slidin'
and
swervin'
Servin'
this
broad
in
a
suburban,
I
hit
her
with
the
L,
to
the
motherfuckin'
I,
to
the
motherfuckin'
K,
to
the
motherfuckin'
S,
what
comes
next?
It's
the
L,
to
the
motherfuckin'
I,
to
the
motherfuckin'
K,
to
the
motherfuckin'
S,
what
comes
next?
It's
the
Album
X.O. Experience
1 Bar Code
2 L-I-K-S
3 Bully Foot Skit
4 Bully Foot
5 My Dear
6 Interlude
7 DA DA DA DA
8 40 Oz. Quartet, Part 1
9 Sickness
10 Goin' Crazy
11 40 Oz. Quartet, Part 2
12 Anotha Round
13 Yo Mouth Skit
14 The Bubble
15 151
16 Promote Violins
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