WLIX 歌词
| 歌曲 | WLIX |
| 歌手 | Tha Alkaholiks |
| 专辑 | Coast II Coast |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brooks, Brown, Jackson ... | |
| Intro: (first 0:52 -- small club, Liks performing live next 0:20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured) | |
| Voodoo - Alright, we're back on | |
| WLIX this is | |
| Voodoo and uh *chaos ensues* | |
| E-Swift - | |
| Aiyyo, they came down, you know | |
| I know y'all get asses all the time | |
| But do me this favor | |
| I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us | |
| I wanna know who's first up, you freestyle? | |
| Tash - Yo yo, we got | |
| Crackerjack from the | |
| Loot Pack about to se this shit off, ay | |
| Crackerjack | |
| Set it off. | |
| I know we on the radio, yo | |
| Crackerjack set it off | |
| Verse One: | |
| Crackerjack | |
| Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, | |
| Jack is out to clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like | |
| The Abyss | |
| All in this, freestyle's wild when | |
| I'm throwin this | |
| Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just | |
| Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod | |
| Look at the bash slash back | |
| I kick the abstract | |
| Make brothers say "Damn, that rap's fat," recline that ass back | |
| A smack-back and slap from | |
| Wild Child with the ramshack | |
| I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back in the days, when | |
| Eric, was in the, honey phase | |
| Nowadays, turn in applications | |
| Rockin the | |
| Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations on the | |
| Blackwatch, | |
| I own a black watch, although | |
| I'm Blackwatch | |
| You want to, confront who? | |
| A microphone check one two | |
| Complicated for ya [yeah] | |
| I got the naps that break the pics | |
| Plus the props from the | |
| Liks Ha haa, | |
| Loot Pack's on the rise | |
| Sayin, "Liks liks liks boy, run your backside" | |
| Yo, J-Ro, | |
| Mad Lib, my man | |
| Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Mad Lib, J- | |
| RO I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack | |
| MC prevention | |
| My division is itchin for the switch | |
| Pitchin upon the | |
| West coast, the best brad and boast | |
| Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis | |
| I skip like a stone when | |
| I lake over a break | |
| I rip microphones and | |
| I take over the fake cre | |
| WWWs I wish | |
| I could sing like | |
| Smokey do | |
| But I'm vocally locin with the | |
| Loot Pack crew | |
| I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht | |
| I did Back in junior high, cause | |
| I'm fly with my | |
| Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic static, in fact they case erase so stay off | |
| Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows and rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when | |
| The ill speak, plus the | |
| Liks knot thick | |
| Mad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits | |
| But yo freak this, | |
| I come with uniqueness | |
| I'm like Pepe | |
| LePew yo, hoes are my weakness | |
| Back in high school you didn't think | |
| I could get nifty | |
| Now I'm on your magazine rack down at | |
| Thrifty Since eighty-three | |
| I been housin folks | |
| All the way from | |
| Orange Country out to | |
| Thousand Oaks | |
| It ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me | |
| If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me | |
| I flip the funk like | |
| Monk, Higgins when | |
| I'm diggin | |
| I'm swiggin on a | |
| Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it | |
| I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs | |
| I'm so bad | |
| I make you flow bad, like when | |
| I blow lads to pieces | |
| Verse Three: | |
| Tash No releases on the two steel wheels | |
| Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills | |
| My niggaz run for the hills, | |
| I can track em through the mountains | |
| Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than | |
| Roger Troutman | |
| So passs the weed to the top top seed | |
| With lyrics as deadly as the | |
| VD's that make ya lungs bleed | |
| Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers | |
| I be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners | |
| Oh reminde,r to my ex-bitch when | |
| I find ya | |
| I'ma smack you for them times | |
| I had to start sixty-nine | |
| Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back | |
| Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at | |
| Verse Four: | |
| Wild Child | |
| Here I am doing shows, wall to wall | |
| Nate stacks tall | |
| I still won't fall | |
| Never will | |
| I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me | |
| Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, | |
| I raps long | |
| You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts when | |
| A&R says go, you start with the dope verse and you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin | |
| But I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under | |
| I'm under, for the duration | |
| The past present future revelation | |
| I gain the trunks of those who comprehend | |
| Because the know | |
| I send niggaz through the other end | |
| Of this industry, commercial side envies me | |
| Females are freakin me, no time for em | |
| At least not yet, just a few that | |
| I will call bitch | |
| I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers | |
| Now I lay me down to sleep | |
| Don't sleep, | |
| I'm on the creep | |
| To invade the holes of the ill-minded | |
| I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy | |
| Wack to the skull-crack when | |
| I attack Unleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off | |
| I'm about to blast off | |
| Outro: J-Ro - | |
| Word is bond! | |
| On this snoop babe, that's how we do it (YouknowhatI'msayin?) | |
| And that's how we do it, on | |
| KLI, K What is this? | |
| KLIX? Oh yeah | |
| Where we at again? | |
| Ah it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway | |
| Tash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out | |
| J-Ro - Can we give a shout out? | |
| E-Swift - | |
| I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening to this radio station right now, | |
| I hope you got your tapes on record cause you know we just flippin | |
| J-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop | |
| West coast | |
| East coast | |
| North and | |
| South |
| zuo qu : Brooks, Brown, Jackson ... | |
| Intro: first 0: 52 small club, Liks performing live next 0: 20 sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured | |
| Voodoo Alright, we' re back on | |
| WLIX this is | |
| Voodoo and uh chaos ensues | |
| ESwift | |
| Aiyyo, they came down, you know | |
| I know y' all get asses all the time | |
| But do me this favor | |
| I want y' all to bust the freestyles for us | |
| I wanna know who' s first up, you freestyle? | |
| Tash Yo yo, we got | |
| Crackerjack from the | |
| Loot Pack about to se this shit off, ay | |
| Crackerjack | |
| Set it off. | |
| I know we on the radio, yo | |
| Crackerjack set it off | |
| Verse One: | |
| Crackerjack | |
| Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, | |
| Jack is out to clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like | |
| The Abyss | |
| All in this, freestyle' s wild when | |
| I' m throwin this | |
| Nonbogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just | |
| Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod | |
| Look at the bash slash back | |
| I kick the abstract | |
| Make brothers say " Damn, that rap' s fat," recline that ass back | |
| A smackback and slap from | |
| Wild Child with the ramshack | |
| I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back in the days, when | |
| Eric, was in the, honey phase | |
| Nowadays, turn in applications | |
| Rockin the | |
| Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations on the | |
| Blackwatch, | |
| I own a black watch, although | |
| I' m Blackwatch | |
| You want to, confront who? | |
| A microphone check one two | |
| Complicated for ya yeah | |
| I got the naps that break the pics | |
| Plus the props from the | |
| Liks Ha haa, | |
| Loot Pack' s on the rise | |
| Sayin, " Liks liks liks boy, run your backside" | |
| Yo, JRo, | |
| Mad Lib, my man | |
| Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Mad Lib, J | |
| RO I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack | |
| MC prevention | |
| My division is itchin for the switch | |
| Pitchin upon the | |
| West coast, the best brad and boast | |
| Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis | |
| I skip like a stone when | |
| I lake over a break | |
| I rip microphones and | |
| I take over the fake cre | |
| WWWs I wish | |
| I could sing like | |
| Smokey do | |
| But I' m vocally locin with the | |
| Loot Pack crew | |
| I' m Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht | |
| I did Back in junior high, cause | |
| I' m fly with my | |
| Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic static, in fact they case erase so stay off | |
| Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows and rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when | |
| The ill speak, plus the | |
| Liks knot thick | |
| Mad quick to rock ya lip, like hiphop to grits | |
| But yo freak this, | |
| I come with uniqueness | |
| I' m like Pepe | |
| LePew yo, hoes are my weakness | |
| Back in high school you didn' t think | |
| I could get nifty | |
| Now I' m on your magazine rack down at | |
| Thrifty Since eightythree | |
| I been housin folks | |
| All the way from | |
| Orange Country out to | |
| Thousand Oaks | |
| It ain' t a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me | |
| If you don' t believe me, run up and try to punch me | |
| I flip the funk like | |
| Monk, Higgins when | |
| I' m diggin | |
| I' m swiggin on a | |
| Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it | |
| I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs | |
| I' m so bad | |
| I make you flow bad, like when | |
| I blow lads to pieces | |
| Verse Three: | |
| Tash No releases on the two steel wheels | |
| Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills | |
| My niggaz run for the hills, | |
| I can track em through the mountains | |
| Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than | |
| Roger Troutman | |
| So passs the weed to the top top seed | |
| With lyrics as deadly as the | |
| VD' s that make ya lungs bleed | |
| Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers | |
| I be blowin up the spot like dynamite with oneliners | |
| Oh reminde, r to my exbitch when | |
| I find ya | |
| I' ma smack you for them times | |
| I had to start sixtynine | |
| Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back | |
| Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at | |
| Verse Four: | |
| Wild Child | |
| Here I am doing shows, wall to wall | |
| Nate stacks tall | |
| I still won' t fall | |
| Never will | |
| I be sellout poverty, some don' t believe in me | |
| Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, | |
| I raps long | |
| You' re dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts when | |
| A R says go, you start with the dope verse and you' re sold, now you' re on clearance when the record starts sellin | |
| But I' m not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under | |
| I' m under, for the duration | |
| The past present future revelation | |
| I gain the trunks of those who comprehend | |
| Because the know | |
| I send niggaz through the other end | |
| Of this industry, commercial side envies me | |
| Females are freakin me, no time for em | |
| At least not yet, just a few that | |
| I will call bitch | |
| I' m not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers | |
| Now I lay me down to sleep | |
| Don' t sleep, | |
| I' m on the creep | |
| To invade the holes of the illminded | |
| I find it' s fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy | |
| Wack to the skullcrack when | |
| I attack Unleasing crazy chaos you' re way off, so stay off | |
| I' m about to blast off | |
| Outro: JRo | |
| Word is bond! | |
| On this snoop babe, that' s how we do it YouknowhatI' msayin? | |
| And that' s how we do it, on | |
| KLI, K What is this? | |
| KLIX? Oh yeah | |
| Where we at again? | |
| Ah it don' t matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway | |
| Tash Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out | |
| JRo Can we give a shout out? | |
| ESwift | |
| I' d like to give a shout out to everybody that' s listening to this radio station right now, | |
| I hope you got your tapes on record cause you know we just flippin | |
| JRo Everybody that' s down with real hiphop | |
| West coast | |
| East coast | |
| North and | |
| South |
| zuò qǔ : Brooks, Brown, Jackson ... | |
| Intro: first 0: 52 small club, Liks performing live next 0: 20 sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured | |
| Voodoo Alright, we' re back on | |
| WLIX this is | |
| Voodoo and uh chaos ensues | |
| ESwift | |
| Aiyyo, they came down, you know | |
| I know y' all get asses all the time | |
| But do me this favor | |
| I want y' all to bust the freestyles for us | |
| I wanna know who' s first up, you freestyle? | |
| Tash Yo yo, we got | |
| Crackerjack from the | |
| Loot Pack about to se this shit off, ay | |
| Crackerjack | |
| Set it off. | |
| I know we on the radio, yo | |
| Crackerjack set it off | |
| Verse One: | |
| Crackerjack | |
| Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, | |
| Jack is out to clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like | |
| The Abyss | |
| All in this, freestyle' s wild when | |
| I' m throwin this | |
| Nonbogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just | |
| Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod | |
| Look at the bash slash back | |
| I kick the abstract | |
| Make brothers say " Damn, that rap' s fat," recline that ass back | |
| A smackback and slap from | |
| Wild Child with the ramshack | |
| I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back in the days, when | |
| Eric, was in the, honey phase | |
| Nowadays, turn in applications | |
| Rockin the | |
| Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations on the | |
| Blackwatch, | |
| I own a black watch, although | |
| I' m Blackwatch | |
| You want to, confront who? | |
| A microphone check one two | |
| Complicated for ya yeah | |
| I got the naps that break the pics | |
| Plus the props from the | |
| Liks Ha haa, | |
| Loot Pack' s on the rise | |
| Sayin, " Liks liks liks boy, run your backside" | |
| Yo, JRo, | |
| Mad Lib, my man | |
| Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Mad Lib, J | |
| RO I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack | |
| MC prevention | |
| My division is itchin for the switch | |
| Pitchin upon the | |
| West coast, the best brad and boast | |
| Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis | |
| I skip like a stone when | |
| I lake over a break | |
| I rip microphones and | |
| I take over the fake cre | |
| WWWs I wish | |
| I could sing like | |
| Smokey do | |
| But I' m vocally locin with the | |
| Loot Pack crew | |
| I' m Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht | |
| I did Back in junior high, cause | |
| I' m fly with my | |
| Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic static, in fact they case erase so stay off | |
| Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows and rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when | |
| The ill speak, plus the | |
| Liks knot thick | |
| Mad quick to rock ya lip, like hiphop to grits | |
| But yo freak this, | |
| I come with uniqueness | |
| I' m like Pepe | |
| LePew yo, hoes are my weakness | |
| Back in high school you didn' t think | |
| I could get nifty | |
| Now I' m on your magazine rack down at | |
| Thrifty Since eightythree | |
| I been housin folks | |
| All the way from | |
| Orange Country out to | |
| Thousand Oaks | |
| It ain' t a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me | |
| If you don' t believe me, run up and try to punch me | |
| I flip the funk like | |
| Monk, Higgins when | |
| I' m diggin | |
| I' m swiggin on a | |
| Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it | |
| I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs | |
| I' m so bad | |
| I make you flow bad, like when | |
| I blow lads to pieces | |
| Verse Three: | |
| Tash No releases on the two steel wheels | |
| Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills | |
| My niggaz run for the hills, | |
| I can track em through the mountains | |
| Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than | |
| Roger Troutman | |
| So passs the weed to the top top seed | |
| With lyrics as deadly as the | |
| VD' s that make ya lungs bleed | |
| Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers | |
| I be blowin up the spot like dynamite with oneliners | |
| Oh reminde, r to my exbitch when | |
| I find ya | |
| I' ma smack you for them times | |
| I had to start sixtynine | |
| Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back | |
| Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at | |
| Verse Four: | |
| Wild Child | |
| Here I am doing shows, wall to wall | |
| Nate stacks tall | |
| I still won' t fall | |
| Never will | |
| I be sellout poverty, some don' t believe in me | |
| Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, | |
| I raps long | |
| You' re dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts when | |
| A R says go, you start with the dope verse and you' re sold, now you' re on clearance when the record starts sellin | |
| But I' m not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under | |
| I' m under, for the duration | |
| The past present future revelation | |
| I gain the trunks of those who comprehend | |
| Because the know | |
| I send niggaz through the other end | |
| Of this industry, commercial side envies me | |
| Females are freakin me, no time for em | |
| At least not yet, just a few that | |
| I will call bitch | |
| I' m not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers | |
| Now I lay me down to sleep | |
| Don' t sleep, | |
| I' m on the creep | |
| To invade the holes of the illminded | |
| I find it' s fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy | |
| Wack to the skullcrack when | |
| I attack Unleasing crazy chaos you' re way off, so stay off | |
| I' m about to blast off | |
| Outro: JRo | |
| Word is bond! | |
| On this snoop babe, that' s how we do it YouknowhatI' msayin? | |
| And that' s how we do it, on | |
| KLI, K What is this? | |
| KLIX? Oh yeah | |
| Where we at again? | |
| Ah it don' t matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway | |
| Tash Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out | |
| JRo Can we give a shout out? | |
| ESwift | |
| I' d like to give a shout out to everybody that' s listening to this radio station right now, | |
| I hope you got your tapes on record cause you know we just flippin | |
| JRo Everybody that' s down with real hiphop | |
| West coast | |
| East coast | |
| North and | |
| South |
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