Текст (слова) песни: Tha Alkaholiks f Xzibit - Coast II Coast

[Chorus: J-Ro]
Alkaholiks got the freaks that`ll make you say [Daaam!]
Alkaholiks got the freestyle to make you say [Daaam!]
Alkaholiks got the rhymes that`ll make you say [Daaam!]
Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say [Daaam!]

[Verse One: E-Swift]
E-Swift test the rocket launcher, let`s blow up the spot
Show em what we got for the ninety-flow shot
I`m the, brown bomber droppin verbal scuds
I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds
This ain`t baseball, naw, the Liks won`t slump
So make room, for the crew with beats that hump
Yo, I`m the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
I`m playin for the A`s, O.G. was right cause "Rhyme Pays"
I walk through a rainstorm, I didn`t even get wet
I was bailin through Hell I didn`t even bust a sweat
So you must have a loco-motive, I mean a crazy reason
To wanna step up, it`s sucker punk season
Bring it on young one, so you can get done
I got mo` styles than the miles to the sun
Ninety-three million, five thousand flows
And here`s one more for the hoes

Chorus 2X: J-Ro (beats, freaks, rhymes, jam)

Repeat 8X: [liks liks liks boy, liks liks liks boy]

[Interlude over 8X: Xzibit]
Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo`
Makin more dutch than Ross Perot
Check it out, yeah
Like that, Xzibit all in your grill
Hah, that`s that nigga Xzibit, yeah
Cause in ninety-four
It`s all about the flowws, the hoes
and the forty-o`s, nigga!

[Verse Two: Tash]
Kick your, dopest rhyme I`ll break it up like 3rd Bass
I`m from the crew that sets it off by sprayin beer in your face
So the ninety-four to them I pour my niggaz that remember
means I`m steppin to the mic with lyrics colder than December
[Brrrr!] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor`s
bustin out the perpetrators I see through em like a Zima
So I`m never caught between a hard place and a rock
Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock
I told chief not to start no beef
He tried to shoot me with his gun I caught the bullet with my teeth
Cause I`m stronger than the bull that`s on the Schlitz Malt Liquor
Hittin up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker
Cause I feel like bustin loose
It`s the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey`s deuce deuce
Droppin rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older
That`s what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder
So rap artists, "Get ready to rumble!"
Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo
I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam
While I be droppin shit that make you say

Chorus 2X: Tash (beats, freaks, flows, hoes)

[Verse Three: J-Ro]
I`ve been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and j
I make the ladies say, "Make money money!"
I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low
Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow
Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took
A fresh-ass hook out my notebook
"Dan-na-dah, dan-na-dah" - I love sports
I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts
You try to tackle me you couldn`t make me fall
Cause I been movin ahead since the day I learned to crawl
Y`all, aww shit, let me make a wish
I wish all the bunk MC`s turn to fish
So I could just hook em, take em home and cook em
That`s how I floss yo pass the hot sauce
When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints
in the concrete, cause I`m fat meanin, I`m so complete
Like a freak on an elevator I`ma fuck you up
It`s the Ro, with the, inebiriated flow
I hate to boast but I`m the host with most
And I`m ghost, here`s a toast to my people`s from coast to coast

[Outro: Tash]
It`s like that [Daaam!]
It`s like this uh, it`s like that [Daaam!]
It`s like this uh, it`s like that [Daaam!]
Well it`s like this uh, it`s like that [Daaam!]
Like that, word up, Alkaholiks [Daaam!]
X to the Z Xzibit [Daaam!]
in the motherfuckin place, yeah [Daaam!]
Let me shout it out once, once, once [Daaam!]
To my nigga King Tee you don`t stop
To my nigga Diamond D you don`t stop
TO my nigga DJ Pooh you don`t stop

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tha Alkaholiks f Xzibit - Coast II Coast [Chorus: J-Ro] Alkaholiks got the freaks that`ll make you say [Daaam!] Alkaholiks got the freestyle to make you say [Daaam!] Alkaholiks got the rhymes that`ll make you say [Daaam!] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say [Daaam!] [Verse One: E-Swift] E-Swift test the rocket launcher, let`s blow up the spot Show em what we got for the ninety-flow shot I`m the, brown bomber droppin verbal scuds I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds This ain`t baseball, naw, the Liks won`t slump So make room, for the crew with beats that hump Yo, I`m the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays I`m playin for the A`s, O.G. was right cause "Rhyme Pays" I walk through a rainstorm, I didn`t even get wet I was bailin through Hell I didn`t even bust a sweat So you must have a loco-motive, I mean a crazy reason To wanna step up, it`s sucker punk season Bring it on young one, so you can get done I got mo` styles than the miles to the sun Ninety-three million, five thousand flows And here`s one more for the hoes Chorus 2X: J-Ro (beats, freaks, rhymes, jam) Repeat 8X: [liks liks liks boy, liks liks liks boy] [Interlude over 8X: Xzibit] Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo` Makin more dutch than Ross Perot Check it out, yeah Like that, Xzibit all in your grill Hah, that`s that nigga Xzibit, yeah Cause in ninety-four It`s all about the flowws, the hoes and the forty-o`s, nigga! [Verse Two: Tash] Kick your, dopest rhyme I`ll break it up like 3rd Bass I`m from the crew that sets it off by sprayin beer in your face So the ninety-four to them I pour my niggaz that remember means I`m steppin to the mic with lyrics colder than December [Brrrr!] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor`s bustin out the perpetrators I see through em like a Zima So I`m never caught between a hard place and a rock Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock I told chief not to start no beef He tried to shoot me with his gun I caught the bullet with my teeth Cause I`m stronger than the bull that`s on the Schlitz Malt Liquor Hittin up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker Cause I feel like bustin loose It`s the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey`s deuce deuce Droppin rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older That`s what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder So rap artists, "Get ready to rumble!" Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam While I be droppin shit that make you say Chorus 2X: Tash (beats, freaks, flows, hoes) [Verse Three: J-Ro] I`ve been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and j I make the ladies say, "Make money money!" I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took A fresh-ass hook out my notebook "Dan-na-dah, dan-na-dah" - I love sports I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts You try to tackle me you couldn`t make me fall Cause I been movin ahead since the day I learned to crawl Y`all, aww shit, let me make a wish I wish all the bunk MC`s turn to fish So I could just hook em, take em home and cook em That`s how I floss yo pass the hot sauce When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete, cause I`m fat meanin, I`m so complete Like a freak on an elevator I`ma fuck you up It`s the Ro, with the, inebiriated flow I hate to boast but I`m the host with most And I`m ghost, here`s a toast to my people`s from coast to coast [Outro: Tash] It`s like that [Daaam!] It`s like this uh, it`s like that [Daaam!] It`s like this uh, it`s like that [Daaam!] Well it`s like this uh, it`s like that [Daaam!] Like that, word up, Alkaholiks [Daaam!] X to the Z Xzibit [Daaam!] in the motherfuckin place, yeah [Daaam!] Let me shout it out once, once, once [Daaam!] To my nigga King Tee you don`t stop To my nigga Diamond D you don`t stop TO my nigga DJ Pooh you don`t stop Нравится песня? 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