Текст (слова) песни: Tha Alkaholiks - Killin It

[tash]

Ahh, ahh

I be killin it (why tash? ) cause I be feelin it

I get money so no need for stealin it

I work diligent beneath the earths soil

Where I write rhymes so fresh its like I wrapped my styles in foil

But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when its freezing

Cause I from the likwid crew where we got drinks for every season

Maybe thats the reason why I live high all july

And the place I buy my beer is callin in for more supply

Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no

Maybe niggaz got some friends that wanna battle for some dough

If you know somebody holla, cause I take those extra dollars

Split that shit with j and swift, buy a ninety-six impala

And lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese

Get a extra flossy floss and toss king tee the keys

And say, nigga thats yours, cause you opened up doors

Before tha liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour

So God bless ya, never let this rap pressure test ya

You know who got your back when them other niggaz sweat ya

So check uno dos while I roast this coast a toast

When it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the most

I be killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it)

Tha liks rock that shit that have all ya niggaz feelin it

Killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it)

J-ro is up next to flow

[j-ro]

Dats me

I be killin it (killin it) when I be feelin it

Got rum in my cup, best believe I wont be spillin it

Yo xzibit (whattup ro) I got to know

Do I got that likwid flow (oh fo sho) well here I go

Mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater

I torch ya, then skeet out in my porsche two-seater

Im from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears

And astro-vans with swivel chairs hoes come in pairs

Plus, makin moneys in my genes

Thats why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravin

My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash

My mouth craves the brew, and my johnson craves the ass

Whos on blast, tha liks baby, dont twist it

Just rock it, got your girls number in my change pocket

Whats her name stella, if shes on me kinda hella

? voule vou couche vic moir? is what I tell her

I get freaky like friday, why dey, try to get loose

Wack mcs are like ? brown guts? , they have no use

I just got off the court, where I was whoopin some cats

In basketball, heres a question that I have to ask yall

Who be killin it, is it the ladies?

Who be killin it, is it the fellas?

Who be killin it, is it the b-boys?

Who be killin it, is it the gangsters?

Who be killin it, is it the rastas?

Who be killin it, killin it, killin it, killin it...

[xzibit]

See I be killin it, yeah, when I be feelin it

This is dedicated to the niggaz that be stealin shit

Straight from the bottom of my black-ass heart

The untamed feel no shame, on top of the game

Mr. big bad insane, black john mcclane

Look listen and learn, you only get what you earn

So ima hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke

Go straight for the throat, we known for rockin the boat

Its hard to find like the grade a shit, with no cuts

Tryin to stack like king tut, and still bang the microphone up

Demandin, clear lane for crash landin

If anything Im guaranteed to be the last man standing

Pick a number motherfucker whassup?

The circumstance make you shit in your pants, and we advance

As an avalanche of soul, and everything that shine aint gold

Just cause niggaz got brew dont make em nickel proof

My record contract reads hit man for hire

Xzibit showin grace under fire

Tha alkaholiks killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it)

[tash] tha liks rock that shit that have all yall niggaz feelin it

[xzibit]

Once again, feelin it

Killin it (killin it) drillin it (drillin it)

What, yeah, bring it live with the... yeah

Feelin it (feelin it) killin it (killin it)

Like this

[tash] party down, party down, party down!

[xzibit] bringin it live once again, yeah, cause I be killin it

(what, stabbin it, beatin it, yeah)

[tash] yall niggaz aint heard no shit like this out the west coast

[j-ro] say what, wha-what, wha-what what?

I say what, wha-what, wha-what what? its the likwid crew

[tash] we be killin it, uhh, cause we be feelin it...

[j-ro] say what, say what, say what wha-what wha-what what?

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Who be killin it, is it the fellas? Who be killin it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin it, is it the gangsters? Who be killin it, is it the rastas? Who be killin it, killin it, killin it, killin it... [xzibit] See I be killin it, yeah, when I be feelin it This is dedicated to the niggaz that be stealin shit Straight from the bottom of my black-ass heart The untamed feel no shame, on top of the game Mr. big bad insane, black john mcclane Look listen and learn, you only get what you earn So ima hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke Go straight for the throat, we known for rockin the boat Its hard to find like the grade a shit, with no cuts Tryin to stack like king tut, and still bang the microphone up Demandin, clear lane for crash landin If anything Im guaranteed to be the last man standing Pick a number motherfucker whassup? The circumstance make you shit in your pants, and we advance As an avalanche of soul, and everything that shine aint gold Just cause niggaz got brew dont make em nickel proof My record contract reads hit man for hire Xzibit showin grace under fire Tha alkaholiks killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it) [tash] tha liks rock that shit that have all yall niggaz feelin it [xzibit] Once again, feelin it Killin it (killin it) drillin it (drillin it) What, yeah, bring it live with the... yeah Feelin it (feelin it) killin it (killin it) Like this [tash] party down, party down, party down! [xzibit] bringin it live once again, yeah, cause I be killin it (what, stabbin it, beatin it, yeah) [tash] yall niggaz aint heard no shit like this out the west coast [j-ro] say what, wha-what, wha-what what? I say what, wha-what, wha-what what? its the likwid crew [tash] we be killin it, uhh, cause we be feelin it... [j-ro] say what, say what, say what wha-what wha-what what? Нравится песня? 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