[audience applauds] Lazy-ass gentlemans, quiet down quiet down please I'd like to welcome all y'all intoxicated-ass niggaz to the X.O. Experience For
"Rap Life" like my nigga Tash say I down the whole brew, never half way I'm back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe [Chorus x2: Tha Liks] Now put
spring you won't catch it 'til next autumn We taught them niggaz how to rhyme this hot We drink a lot, smoke a lot, da-da da-da, da-da da-da [Chorus x2: Tha Liks
my glass of cognac with ice I shake dice I shake niggaz with bad advice Bullet comin at ya like rice at a wedding Lace you with a fresh white hospital bedding Liks
from thirty feet to blow y'all niggas off your bar stool We back, to wet'cha, the flawless, the wallus Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks [Tha Liks
buyin a bitch a gang of apple martinis I'm.. just.. a drunk (I can't help myself) I'm.. just.. a drunk (Drinkin X.O. off the top shelf) I'm.. just..
brought they homeboys the Animal House to come fuck witch'all Animal House full of skateboarders, headbangers, slang bashers Y'know, check me out Aiyyo Tha Liks
smokin drunk, O.D.B./Bob Marley shit (We got that shit) so ladies come and get it Custom-fitted flows for all the hoes that's fuckin with it (Liks comin
show, rockin on the radio-ohhhhhhhh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh [E-Swift] It's Tha Liks you know our repoitoire, we party y'all
guns I put parts in niggaz hair So I declare war - Tha Liks, we fierce competitors The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors like, "Tha Liks
(feat. Defari) [Chorus x2: Tha Liks - overlaps "Passin' Me By" sample first line] My dear my dear my dear you do not know me but I know you very well
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 "
wood grain, the whole hood sayin you give good brains, I ain't playin A little champagne, but no damn rain And the next week it was the same damn thang [Chorus x
a tuba Dead in the head shells shed red October Shed and spread, cock and pop the glock only I'm with King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like bitch -
and blow a circuit out Alkies - we heat the party to the third degree Fuck with me - then I'll beat you down verbally Here we come - Tha Liks ain't never
