Anotha Round lyrics

[J-Ro]

Yeah, it`s the return of three drunk mothafuckas

Huh, yeah, it`s Tha Liks

We gots Stan the guitar man in the house

Mothaclucka, uh, uh



[J-Ro]

I`m sick like a sore throat swallow, drunk act to follow

I`ll make the whole bottle hollow (what a ride!)

Rollin` wit` a open container, and one in the chamber

Ten Likwit CD`s in the changer

Bettin` wages on the Lakers; yo` squad is in danger

Hoes go two ways these days like my pager

Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro, oh, you didn`t know? (no)

Well, fuck you then!

I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats

Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats

Got more ? than biceps, relax

Pure hoes jockin` in the studio flats

When I`m in the house, take off the wave cap for hats

Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat

Raised in the valley of the shadow of death

So I fear none, time to anty up for the beer run



[Chorus]

We are Tha Alkaholiks

It`s last call, can we get anotha round?

We are Tha Alkaholiks

And I know ya like the way it`s goin` down



[Tash]

So all the ladies to the Limo, it`s Tha Alkaholik car pool

Lyrics bang 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]

We the same three niggas that be makin` the noise

Doin` donuts in Ferraris, like some drunk hot boys



[Tash]

Do or die fool! Straight from the home of where we spark from

Where the weed`ll leave ya dizzy like a tranquelizer dart gun

The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown

Well, I made a million dollars off this shit I penciled down

Flashy Tashy, be gunnin` from the worsest alliance

And when I die, I`ma donate all my verses to science

Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lone-shark

You be ridin` niggas dick, that`s why you never make your own mark

I`m sober and justice, why this is my year

Screamin` "Party over here, fuck y`all over there!"

(Party over here, fuck y`all over there!)



[Chorus]



[J-Ro]

King Tee started it off, and then came Tha Liks

Then Xzibit added hot done proda to the mix

Then Defari, "Hey you!" Comin` through, Likwit Crew

And ? gets the broom, who can sin it?

Who can sin it? Twisted and been it, but if the funk ain`t in it

My DJ always submitted to spin it

If I said that I meant it, don`t get`cha mouth pin it in ?

We feelin` with a penny, represent it



[Tash]

Aiyyo re-pre-sent, yo`, re-si-dence

If it don`t say Likwit, then you won`t get bent

Aiyyo, dollars and cents, make the world just awkward

Got niggas in the hood, livin` next to their doctor

I`m a rowdy, mic-rocker, since the age of twenty-two

In the video, flossin`, like "This could be you"

Likwit Crew, do it up, `til the wheels fall off

Unlike these other niggas that had it and lost it

We stayed in the game, stayed hot, turned up the flame

{*"Y`all know the name!" -> Pharoahe Monch*



[Chorus 2x]
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