Verse One: Tash       I hang MC's with my noose, watch me get loose    The nigga flippin more styles than Snapple got juice    Cause I'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky    Than a niggy pickin his afro and I left the skin not stinky    The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle    Kickin it with my homie like Lamont do with Rollo    Live at the Apollo, they still couldn't do it    Cause even in New York the crew be buzzin off the fluid    So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]    Too much Olde E will make you pee    As you can see I'm the Alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey    Get with the clippers never nappy like Misty    I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas    Tha Alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters    Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic    Get with the crew that's flowin like Likwit       Verse Two: J-Ro       Every night I pray to god please, no more wack MC's    I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these    I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie    Cause they know I'm packin more shit than Bandini    The freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins    E-Swift does the mixin, pockets fat like Rickie Nixon    [Ain't no party like a Alkaholik party]    So don't be a nitwit, get with the Likwit    [ah yeah, ah yeah] Yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder    One two one two yeah just like that, yo    Yo, [flowin like Likwit]    Ahh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like Likwit    Owwwwww, King Tee       Verse Three: King Tee       Here comes the Lik, or should I say Likwit    As I gets funky on a track that my nigga E-Swift did    Rollin with the Alkaholik group, call me trooper    Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose    but hey, I be the K-I-N-G Tee for short    Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport    Wicked when I kick it, yeah that's the ticket    Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the Likwit       Verse Four: J-Ro       You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup    So niggy won't you just shut the [hold up]    The girls call me dookie man cause I'm the shit can't you smell son    I gots more freaks than Prince Rogers Nelson    I can't be stopped I got hip-hop wreckin powers    I gotta say what's up to my buddy Ricky Flowers    We got that Likwit funk, we get drunk with the    .... [hell motherfuckin yeah]