Sickness feat. Butch Cassidy

歌詞

(feat. Butch Cassidy) [Tash] You ready? Are you ready? Aiyyo we need some beer to the stage quick (quick-quick-quick..) Alkaholiks on the set (oooh-OOOH!) Y'all ready? (ooh-OOP!) 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 [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 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 [J-Ro] From Lake Buteras to Paris generic rappers get embarassed 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 [Tash] 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 [Chorus] [J-Ro] Excuse my gutter language, but fuck bein famous Ro bust for nameless don of rhymin china chainless Olde English ancient drive Chevy's 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 [Chorus x2]