paroles de chanson Sickness - Tha Liks feat. Butch Cassidy
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
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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