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- Otis Jackson
- Alvin Joiner
- Eric Brooks
- Rico Smith
 
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Tha Alkaholiks - Killin' It lyrics
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
 Tha Alkaholiks - Killin' It - http://motolyrics.com/tha-alkaholiks/killin-it-lyrics.html
 What's her name? Stella, if she's on me kinda hella
 [Unverified], is what I tell her
 I get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get loose
 Wack MC's are like [unverified], 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
 (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?














