Hip Hop Drunkies
Tha Alkaholiks Lyrics


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What's yo' name?
What's yo' name?
My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard, and I'ma Alkaholik
Yeah, me too, nigga (oh)

You're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
What's up, though? Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I'm leavin' niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French
But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
'Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
My drunken lyrical hang glider, nobody's tighter
Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak every time I speak
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin' like my client
Tryna scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
Be quiet, this is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest

Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
'Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This nigga poutin', this ho was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a nigga rotate turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What? You the king in the chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
My ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water, let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your shit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggas be creepin' up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
Motherfucker, what?

The Ro pimped the flow like a ho
So I should rap on the mack-raphone
My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square MC's like math
Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
I stomp him, then I skied out with all wampum
When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog Scrilla chomp him
(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson, Holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners, return 'em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like G's holdin' pistolas
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block
I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies

You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your butthole
Wherever the fuck it goes
You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your earhole
Wherever the fuck it goes

Yeah, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh, what the heck
I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector

Its the Packtown original be-boy I'm rappin'
What's happenin', so dope got the Pope clappin'
I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'
You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in

Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom, boom)

Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume
That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
One on one at your rap seminar
Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way
At you fuckers

So ayo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
I don't rap fast, I love green grass
Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass

Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
Extra, extra bring the da-llama
Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
God acre, massacre murdered
Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
You're just rhyme to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
True God but my dick is my lightning rob
Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo

See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home
I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'
Niggas lookin' at me like, "Tash is up to somethin'"
(Get drunk and I stumbled)
But I didn't come to trip
I came to bring it to ya humble
Tumble all your plots and all your plans
Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man

It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew
So what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?
It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu




Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew
So what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tha Alkaholiks' song Hip Hop Drunkies begin with Ol Dirty Bastard introducing himself as an Alkaholik. It's a nod to the group's name and overall theme of their music, which revolves around alcohol and partying. Tha Liks, the group themselves, are then introduced and the song kicks off with their signature sound of funky beats and playful lyrics. Tash, one of the members, quickly toys with the crowd, making jokes in French and challenging others to emulate his slick style.


As the song progresses, the verses become more and more nonsensical, with each rapper seemingly trying to one-up the other in terms of wit and rhyme scheme. Ol Dirty Bastard comes back in for another verse, this time absurdly rapping about putting things in necks, buttholes, and earholes. From there, the other members of the group take turns rapping about their skills, how they drink, and their overall wild lifestyles. The song ends with Ol Dirty and Tha Liks teaming up to proclaim their place at the top of the hip hop game.


Overall, Hip Hop Drunkies is a fun and raunchy party anthem that celebrates getting drunk and having a good time. While the lyrics may not be the most profound or insightful, they capture the spirit of Tha Alkaholiks' brand of hip hop and their commitment to living life to the fullest.


Line by Line Meaning

What's yo' name?
Introduce yourself, tell me your name.


My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard, and I'ma Alkaholik
I am Ol Dirty Bastard, a member of the Alkaholiks.


Yeah, me too, nigga (oh)
Yeah, I'm also an Alkaholik.


You're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone
You're now listening to Tha Liks, so get ready for an amazing experience.


I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
I recognize some girls, but they look different when they're not naked.


What's up, though? Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
Hey, what's going on? Tash is here to take over like the Grinch.


While I'm leavin' niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French
I'm confusing people with my lyrics, making them wonder if I'm speaking French.


But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath
But it's actually Olde English beer that I'm bringing to the party.


Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
If you try to imitate my style in your music, my lyrics will hit you hard and break you.


'Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
I have a way with words that brings people together, just like the Westside does.


My drunken lyrical hang glider, nobody's tighter
My freestyle flow is like a hang glider, soaring high and impressing everyone.


Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
I'm a skilled rapper who has numerous ways to outsmart and defeat my opponents.


So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
You've probably heard the phrase 'Tash'll kill ya' before because I'm known for my lethal rhymes.


I filter out the weak every time I speak
I remove the weaklings from the group whenever I speak my mind.


I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I drink alcohol to reach the peak of my creativity and make my mind buzz with ideas.


I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin' like my client
I'm confident and bold in my rapping style, while you sound like my inexperienced student.


Tryna scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
You're trying to imitate my powerful style that hits harder than Kobe Bryant's basketball slam.


Be quiet, this is Likwidation from the West
Shut up and listen, this is the Likwidation movement from the West Coast.


Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
I don't care about your alcohol-themed show, I have my own unique guest appearance.


Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
Attention, attention, this is an important message.


I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
I impressively hit on this attractive woman with my charm and silver jewelry.


'Cause she thought she was fine
Because she was acting self-assured and thought she looked good.


This nigga poutin', this ho was mine
This guy is upset, but I successfully claimed this woman as my own.


I had the alcohol in me, took my time
I was intoxicated and enjoyed taking my time to approach her.


Let a nigga rotate turn on the table
Allow me to take control of the situation, like a DJ rotating a record on the turntable.


Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
Once I have your attention, I will make a sharp point directed at your ego.


What? You the king in the chair on my ground
What? You think you're superior, but you're just a king in my domain.


The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
I am as powerful as Mike Tyson in the boxing ring, and there are only twenty seconds left in the round.


Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
You're a low-life scavenger, nothing but a small, insignificant liar.


My ear can't digest it
I can't tolerate hearing your nonsense.


Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water, let's take it to the land
Stop consuming boring, safe things and join me in the exciting, risky world.


So I can Godzilla up your shit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
I will destroy your entire existence, you insignificant and weak person.


Niggas be creepin' up my beanstalk
People try to steal my success and climb the same ladder as me.


When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses
I will aggressively attack and criticize you.


Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
If you try to provoke me, be prepared for a taste of my retaliation.


The Ro pimped the flow like a ho
I flawlessly controlled my flow, just like a pimp controls a prostitute.


So I should rap on the mack-raphone
I should rap confidently, asserting my dominance like a skilled musician.


My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone
My lyrics are so powerful that they can break bones when they hit you.


I divide square MC's like math
I easily defeat average MCs, breaking them down like a mathematical equation.


Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
I will physically and metaphorically dominate you, then celebrate with a drink.


I stomp him, then I skied out with all wampum
I crush and defeat my opponent, then quickly escape with all the winnings.


When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog Scrilla chomp him
Once my opponent is defeated and vulnerable, I allow my loyal friend Scrilla to attack him.


(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
(Switching gears) I believe that skills are the most important aspect.


The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson, Holyfield
The result is so incredible, just like the Tyson vs. Holyfield boxing matches.


Your lyrics are loaners, return 'em to they rightful owners
Your lyrics are unoriginal, so give them back to their proper creators.


My style is wild, like G's holdin' pistolas
My style is unpredictable and exciting, just like gangsters holding guns.


No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
I effortlessly introduce you and make you relevant, just like putting on a ski mask.


We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
We can rebel against authority and fight for change, just like in a physical education class.


I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
I am explosive and powerful, just like the Bomb Squad team led by Hank Shocklee.


Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block
Shout out to my friend Scott for spreading his art and creativity in the neighborhood.


I drink more Brewsters than Punky
I consume more alcoholic beverages than the character Punky Brewster.


It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies
This is the continuation of our wild and crazy journey as hip hop party animals.


You bitches are hoes
You women are promiscuous and disrespectful.


Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho
Perform sexual acts on me, my loyal partner.


Or in your butthole
Or I can engage in anal sex with you.


Wherever the fuck it goes
Wherever sexual acts may take place.


Yeah, yo, yo
Yeah, hey, hey.


No disrespect to any architect
I don't mean any offense to any skilled creator.


Who tried to perfect, oh, what the heck
Who tried their best to achieve perfection, but it doesn't really matter.


I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
I am a skilled rap artist who directs and inspects lyrics.


Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector
I am highly regarded as one of the top ten MCs from Brooklyn.


Its the Packtown original be-boy I'm rappin'
I am the original, representing Packtown, and I'm rapping with style.


What's happenin', so dope got the Pope clappin'
What's going on? My rap is so impressive that even the Pope would applaud.


I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'
I'm enjoying myself and flirting with women, what are you doing?


You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in
You're wasting your time on unimportant things, while I'm successfully seducing the women you desire.


Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
If you overstep your boundaries, I will physically assault you and knock the taste out of your mouth.


'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
There's no escape from my wrath, unless you leave the planet Earth.


'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
I destroy my opponents completely, just like toxic fumes do.


So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom, boom)
You should create space for me when you hear the powerful sound of my arrival.


Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume
Hello, my dear, what leads you to make assumptions?


That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
That the sound level of the music is not in harmony.


I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
I'm not your typical rapper who promotes generic music.


One on one at your rap seminar
I will challenge and defeat any rapper in a one-on-one competition.


Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way
Be cautious of the challenging path ahead, it's not easy.


At you fuckers
I'm directing this warning and challenge to all of you.


So ayo, my name is J-Ro
So hey, my name is J-Ro.


And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
My rap style is incredibly good, so good that it's compared to ya-yo (a type of cocaine).


I don't rap fast, I love green grass
I prefer a slower rap style and appreciate nature.


Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass
I'm not here to be nice on the microphone, call me a tough and fierce MC.


Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
I have an extra dose of energy and humor to bring to the table.


Extra, extra bring the da-llama
Bring even more energy and humor to the situation.


Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
I can deliver an even better verse, surpassing any previous ones.


God acre, massacre murdered
I will dominate and destroy the competition, taking control like a god.


Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
I'm known for wrecking the rap game, unlike those who only challenge the norms in their lyrics.


You're just rhyme to survive streets
You're only rapping to survive and gain respect on the streets.


True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
True artists who create beats, music, and lyrics will always survive in the rap game.


Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
I'm like an acre of land, vast and without limits, but I'm not the only Asian rapper.


True God but my dick is my lightning rob
I'm a confident and powerful rapper, with my sexual prowess being my source of strength.


Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo
Don't try to fool me with irrelevant and meaningless talk.


See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home
This is the kind of wild and daring behavior that people shouldn't attempt in their own lives.


I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
I bring a funky and energetic vibe to any place, just like Micheal Jordan's cologne.


With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'
With my extreme level of intoxication, I have a style that keeps the crowd excited and energetic.


Niggas lookin' at me like, "Tash is up to somethin'"
People are observing me, thinking that I have something mischievous planned.


(Get drunk and I stumbled)
(I got drunk and stumbled).


But I didn't come to trip
But I didn't come here to cause trouble or argue.


I came to bring it to ya humble
I came to deliver a great performance in a modest and down-to-earth manner.


Tumble all your plots and all your plans
I will disrupt and ruin all of your schemes and strategies.


Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man
Ol Dirty is present at this party, and he is my close friend and collaborator.


It's the Likwid crew
We are the Likwid crew.


Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
We are arriving with Ol Dirty, a member of the Wu-Tang Clan.


Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew
We're making a quick appearance at your party, taking all the alcohol, and then leaving.


So what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?
So, what do you young newcomers think you can bring to the table?




Lyrics Β© CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Russell Jones, Marlon Lu Ree Williams, Eric Brooks, James Anthony Robinson, Rico Smith

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@josemanuelibarguen3798

You're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
What's up though,Β Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I'm leavin' niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French
But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
Cause I make words Connect like West SideΒ when I test glide
My drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter
Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak everytime I speak
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client
Tryin' to scrape me for the style thatΒ slam harder than Kobe Bryant
Be quiet! This is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This nigga Poutin, this ho' was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What? You the king in the chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
My ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water, let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggas be creepin' up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
Motherfucker WHAT!!


[Verse 3: J-Ro]
The Ro pimped the flow like a ho
So I should rap on the mack-raphone
My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square MC's like math
Bend you in half and drink aΒ Genuine Draft
I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum
When he's layin' on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him
(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block
burp I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies

[Chorus]
You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your butt hole
Wherever the fuck it goes
You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your ear hole
Wherever the fuck it goes


[Verse 4]
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector

[J-Ro]
Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin'
What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'
I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'
You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in

[Tash]
Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)

[Verse 5]
[Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)]
Hey sugar plum, how can you assume
That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
One on one at your rap seminar
Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way
At you fuckers


[J-Ro]
So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
I don't rap fast, I love green grass
Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass

[Verse 6]
[Ol Dirty (still rapping like RZA)]
Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
Extra extra bring the da-llama
Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
God acre, massacre murdered
Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
You're just rhyme to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
True God but my dick is my lightnin' rob
Ho don't kick that mumbo jumbo

[Tash]
See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home
I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'
Niggas lookin' at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'
(Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip
I came to bring it to ya humb-le
Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans
Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man!

[Outro]
It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, jettin' out with allt he brew
So what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?
It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol' Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, jettin' out with allt he brew
So what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?



All comments from YouTube:

@grahampeterson8400

One of the most underrated groups of the mid 90s Likwadation was a straight banger. How many parties did we just push play on that cd and go out at rage the Party. Long live the Alkoholiks

@Terrance-dq4bs

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@jamescollins-ci6hg

Fucking love tha liks, bangers all day back in tha day, ad there albums. before this new age aggressive shit.🫣

@harryhullings2953

Definitely a classic they are so f’n underrated and unknown one of my favorite groups ever

@kallywagon204

Harry Hullings seen em couple years ago as LIKNUTS! Beatnuts/liks backn up ONYX

@imadbouchakour5159

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@GobyTSB

This album was my favorite album my freshman year in High School haahah, what a classic!! I still have it on cassette hahah

@deezy81

So do I.

@pook6939

Get this classic back on Spotify

@josemanuelibarguen3798

You're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
What's up though,Β Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I'm leavin' niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French
But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
Cause I make words Connect like West SideΒ when I test glide
My drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter
Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak everytime I speak
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client
Tryin' to scrape me for the style thatΒ slam harder than Kobe Bryant
Be quiet! This is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This nigga Poutin, this ho' was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What? You the king in the chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
My ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water, let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggas be creepin' up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
Motherfucker WHAT!!


[Verse 3: J-Ro]
The Ro pimped the flow like a ho
So I should rap on the mack-raphone
My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square MC's like math
Bend you in half and drink aΒ Genuine Draft
I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum
When he's layin' on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him
(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block
burp I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies

[Chorus]
You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your butt hole
Wherever the fuck it goes
You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your ear hole
Wherever the fuck it goes


[Verse 4]
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector

[J-Ro]
Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin'
What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'
I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'
You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in

[Tash]
Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)

[Verse 5]
[Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)]
Hey sugar plum, how can you assume
That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
One on one at your rap seminar
Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way
At you fuckers


[J-Ro]
So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
I don't rap fast, I love green grass
Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass

[Verse 6]
[Ol Dirty (still rapping like RZA)]
Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
Extra extra bring the da-llama
Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
God acre, massacre murdered
Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
You're just rhyme to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
True God but my dick is my lightnin' rob
Ho don't kick that mumbo jumbo

[Tash]
See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home
I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'
Niggas lookin' at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'
(Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip
I came to bring it to ya humb-le
Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans
Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man!

[Outro]
It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, jettin' out with allt he brew
So what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?
It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol' Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, jettin' out with allt he brew
So what y'all new, niggas think you wanna do?

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