Coast II Coast

Tha Alkaholiks
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Coast II Coast
Tha Alkaholiks---Coast II Coast
Intro:
From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
(We came, to rock, for everybody)
From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
From city to city, coast II coast (all night yall)
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
Verse One: Tash
(From city to city, coast II coast)
I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost
Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like [walkie talkies]
So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee
Off the hook with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio
(Without the ***y voice) scoops more hoes than Theo
So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels
Dressin like yall paid, redeemin Coke bottles
So nod to the oddness as the story gets told
While I burn these MCs like Rotisierrie Gold
Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses
The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses
I bust my ************t and peel! Grab my wheels of steel
If yall ******z cant feel me than yall ******z aint real
I hit so hard the WBC
Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me
Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on ******roles
Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals
And Im about to be as large as Houdini in a minute
(Now the party didnt start) Tillthe Liks walked in it
Chorus:
From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
All night yall (city to city) all night yall
When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype yall
From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
All night yall (city to city) all night yall
(from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right yall
Verse Two: J-Ro
Yeah... check out my Ro-gram
Since I was a kid I got darker
I write rhymes so phat I need a marker
My style gets bit like Peter Parker
If imitation is the greatest form of flattery...
.. .punk dont flatter me
I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks
Chicks love them light-skinned rap ******z called the Liks
Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells
You never even heard Rock the Bells
My cash flows, like a bloody nose
It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows
I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin
Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where Im eatin
Your style is like *do Do DOO* out of service
The Liks walk in the jam the punk MCs be gettin nervous
I never take falls, I got more ****** than pre-hauls
I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws
Never ever find the fool that stole my brew
(Ima do mean, terrible, nasty things to you)
Dont lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me
If you choose the real ************t you cant refuse me
Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap
I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp
And I, could, just, go, all, the, way
On Friday
Interlude:
Yo whassup baby!!!
Yo wasnt that your ****** there performin?
Nah nah that wasnt him
Yo it was mad ****** z in that piece yo
What? What was they mad about?
...Yo kid
Kid?!! Im old enough to be your uncle, heh
Anyway, where the BUD at?
Sorry we do not drink!
What the hell you talkin bout we dont drink
I mean the chronic
Oh you wanna smoke a L or sumthin?
An L? **** ** is that?
Man, word
Nathin
Who the ****** is Nate, tell him
Its Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true...
Chorus:
From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
And theres so many ******z on the planet left to rock yo
dont be surprised when we rappin on your block
From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
To all the hoses and all the third-leggers
We comin old school like biscuits and Kreggers
Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash
Yo, first they didnt know me now the hoes be on my Moby
But Im just a **** ** kickin me ************t like Reggie Roby
My name aint Toby call me J-to the
Talk on my cellular telly got a belly like Buddah
I aint Barry Gordys son but I Rock(s)well
When I eat Jamaican food I get the ox tail
Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us
I should kick my foot through your wind************eld like Chuck Norris
I jump out the bushes and ambush your crew
Push you and moosh you like a ************, what you wanna do
Its round two ****** Im showin no love
Its like a heavyweight match, but without the gloves
You just cant rock a show, youre too quick to fatigue
I think you aint busy since Red was in seas
You need to put a little more thought into your writin
Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened
So stop biting what your mouth cant chew
A nova eat you but my DJ flow better than you
But when I go to set it call the closest paramedic
Cause you faker than that mother ****** jewelry thats cosmetic
So hold on to your seats while I rock these beats
Cause these are just the repeats of our amazing feats
Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like world records
So my stylell hurt you worser than a cut thats infected
And we O... W... T...