(Tash) Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh
Rap niggaz, we dippin individuals Some of us be frontin, some of us is really criminals Swimmin in the women and money we never had, it's sad Rap could turn a good nigga bad But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle I'm still the same nigga, light skinded, curly afro Whats up though, I'm still the same nigga, a superfreak I blow a G a week, catch me burnin rubber up the street Rap niggaz, always smokin indo So everytime we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless My niggaz live the life and they ain't even rap artists Rap money, we get that shit and blow it We trick thirty G's and ain't got shit to show for it Let me get that case of Moet, let me get that CLK Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East L.A. Let me get that
Chorus: Raekwon the Chef
Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds Be like all them niggaz on it Which side rock the most, it don't matter cause it get notes Meet you on the left side of the boat Coast, drivin it most, we like where them niggaz go We like everywhere, party where the fans go It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype Got ya station in a smash right
(Tash) My Likwit niggaz made a killin We dropped three albums and got the whole world dancin on the ceilin So I'm feelin like the villian that cracked that safe's combo My nigga had some hoes, I told him shoot em through my condo He shot em through, they peeped my CD through They startin askin questions, but fuck the interview What y'all really wanna do? They said, "Pop the Crist'" I said you like rap? Well wrap ya mouth around this! Rap niggas, young niggaz ballin We on the motorcyles doin ninety down my hall and with the gold chain swingin fallin to the street This rap life got us buyin shit we don't need We don't need the jet skis but let's buy em, just to try em We splashin out the Lex and got all the ladies eyein us now, and we don't fuck around with no wife Cause all my niggaz is livin the rap life
Chorus
(Raekwon the Chef) First of all before we move on Shit is like a Yukon son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon Mergin in the suburbs, gettin raw with greenery herb Real ill niggaz smack birds Fat words showin proof how my gat work, go shoot, kill Smack a blackbird, jettin in an Ac-hurse Big Jim stay grinnin in a six spinnin it kid Nigga who flex, lex threw ten in him Stand posin blowin shit, coast from east and west We rockin our vest, cannon might roast you High powered hydrolic Eddie Bauer Rockwilder Who wilder, slang bit niggas on the collar Amp might blow, I might land, set up shop and glow Shinin like a lamp post, my camp post Cream leather green leaves forever Goin to do whatever, corns and crab niggaz, they roll together What up Tash, black hash, we invented the spaz High like sixteen niggaz over ten bags Real niggas gon ride, fake niggaz gon slidide Check the next issue faggot in the vidibe
(Tash) Rap drama, the drama never calms I be on the celly phone trippin off my baby moms Tryna make her understand I get paid to rhyme I don't show up at your job, so don't show up at mine! Cause there's no biz like shobiz if y'all niggaz ask me Show money, that's like pimpin, cause we get it tax free Catch a check for 33, cut straight from SRC Take it straight to any counter, cash my shit with no I.D. Rap women, they always be around us Cause we from out of town and they be lovin out of towners Wash up in motherfuckas like a T.V. evangelist Cause they from where they from and we straight from Los Angeles Rap money
Sing that shit for daddy baby Pump this motherfucker up, ricochet, ricochet Ricochet (Ricochet, ricochet) Ricochet (Yo homies, one two yo)
My style is too cold for words, it's like a bullet gone stray Ease off, I'm 'bout to speak and hit the wall and ricochet I rock the Cali way for sure, I'm only in it to score Niggaz say I'm owed one, but it's more like four
Hardcore entrepreneur, strainin' like a champ Rollin' out in sixty-three's, that hop without a ramp Young Tash Vamp'll kick your door in while you're snorin' Now where's that salt you was pourin'?
I send the bullet soarin', yo ayy, let you slide? No way If you a why do niggaz shoot? Alright, okay Mos Def I gotta buck you down for that sh*t you was poppin' Now look how rotten the whole situation's gotten
Tash showed you love you shoulda showed me some back If they catch me they gon' stretch me like Geronimo Pratt 'Cause I gotta lay you flat no matter what you say Homey thought he got away 'til he caught the ricochet
Ricochet Called the cops, said they heard mad shots Take that motherfuckers Ricochet, ricochet, ricochet
Ricochet Called the cops, said they heard mad shots Take that motherfuckers Neighbors called the cops, said they heard mad shots Take that motherfuckers
I tried to warn you killer, my rap style'll have you sprung Like a girl gave you head with a earring in her tongue Since Tash come from less than zero, my splurgin's urgent My mouth so foul, you couldn't wash it with detergent
My Likwit niggaz swervin', mergin', like a rally Rearrangin' niggaz grills like the '99 Denali Where the fuck we at Cali? You motherfuckin' right I wanna see some action, burn somethin' or fight
'Cause see it's Tash night tonight, it's Tash night tomorrow I'm lookin' for the hoes that got some sex I could borrow I'll gladly pay you back next Wednesday the 3rd Why you laughin' at me baby? That's my motherfuckin' word
Word word word, then it's words for nerds Tryin' to rap as fly as Tash is totally absurd So everybody duck or catch the A.K. spray Homey thought he got away 'til he caught the ricochet
Ricochet Called the cops, said they heard mad shots Take that motherfuckers Ricochet, ricochet
Ricochet Called the cops, said they heard mad shots Take that motherfuckers Mad sha-sha-shots
Newsflash on the screen, what the fuck does this mean? It say, "Tash is takin' over the world, behind the scenes Just drinkin' beers spacin', Likwit sweeps the nation But leave that man alone, 'cause you know his reputation"
Brutalize the wicked world, I pump one verse of curse To beat you down, beat you up, then take your girl or vice versa You rap too commercial, you just cheat to compete I done paid a gang of dues, I even kept the receipts
So you owe me homey, these corny niggaz outsold me So write that blank check to Tash, the one and only The only man standin' when it's time for gun play Homey thought he got away 'til he caught the ricochet
Ricochet Called the cops, said they heard mad shots Take that motherfuckers (Ahh, it's too late to duck nigga) Ricochet, ricochet (Ricochet style, '99, CaTashTrophe, Bermuda Triangle yaknahmsayin'?) Ricochet
Aiy, while I'm in this motherfucker Let me give a extra drunken monkey shout out to my peoples Yaknahmsayin' all my peoples from Cypress Hill DMX, Big Pun, Terror Squad
(carl thomas) Treats me the same Treats you the same Ohh, treats me the same Treats you the same Ohh, nobody Ohh, nobody
(tash) You know what? it's hella lonely at the top when you rich without a girl It's me against the world, but that's how my world twirl So let that shit spin cause i'ma play it to the end Sometime you gotta make decisions: your woman or your friends? My friends come first My females is secondary The last girl I had was this bad ass secretary Her name was yvonne - that bitch thought she was the bomb But I knew it wouldn't work, I never took her home to moms You know havin a ball not givin my all Holdin hands down the hall at the crenshaw mall She used to look at me and saw no flaws at all We was close - she walked around my house in her draws But after all the good times you know comes the rain I had to cut that bitch off for some shit I can't explain I blamed it on her trip and she blamed it on my fame I got cupid lookin stupid But that's a part of the game
(carl thomas) Ohh the game owes nothin to nobody So I'm tellin you this from the start If you find you've been decieved by another Then you better just trust in your heart
(tash)
So all the ladies wave your hands if you down wit your man I know them two kids you got wasn't part of the plan What this world is a twist; if it ain't that it's this I like the kinda girl that tatoo niggaz names on they wrist Tash on your tit That's the kinda girl I need After work, feeds her seeds then smokes a little weed Low key; that's how my girl gon' be But I ain't found her yet and she ain't found me So I'm lookin For all the sexy hoes that ain't tooken Carl put me down with this bad broad from brooklyn But all I do is hit - no spark, no flame I got cupid lookin stupid But that's a part of the game
Chorus
(tash) I know this love song I'm writin ain't flashin your excitement But when you least expect it love will strike you like some lightning That's why I'm here to warn ya These girls in california, they'll take you to the cleaners If you let 'em put it on ya (put what? ) You know the little wifey deluxe That'll have your friends and family rentin a tux That's why you gotta keep it p.i. So even if your buck stop You got the type of girl that'll walk you to the bus stop True love- That's kinda hard to find when you rhyme I'm 27 now and it's 1999 But i'ma find mine; matter fact, what's yo name? -trust in yo heart- but that's a part of the game
I get drunk and I stumble to the mic Stay drunk all week, I'm at my peak like pike I'm never at my peak, I'm killin' fifth after fifth I drink mo' 40's than Tash and E-Swift
Uh, huh, I drink more than both of y'all I hold more liquor than a bank on Crenshaw And Tash you can't drink brew, you know you the nigga who Be all on yo' nads after just a swig or two
Nigga you trippin', must be that Zima you was sippin' Yo' accountant couldn't count how many bottles I be grippin' And flip it in the trash 'cause I downed 'em with ease While you on yo' knees (About to pass somebody yo' keys)
I even had to pay the taxi the last time you asked me You start off on yo' feet but always wind up on yo' back G Bro you should know you can't drink with Rico While you down yo' shit slow, I'm on my ninth Cuervo
Aiyyo at every single show, you be layin' on the flo' Swearin' up and down, you neva' gonna drink no mo' But I get to' up, from the flo' up, and never throw up One little wine cooler and you wanna beat yo' hoe up
I never call it quits, I don't know my own limit This Alkaholiks shit is for real, it ain't a gimmick You might fuck around and catch a liver disease Fuckin' with these Likwit MC's, hip hop drunkies
Don't you think it's 'bout time To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do? Don't you think it's 'bout time To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
Curvoiseir, coke and rum Alize and one five one Heineken, Hennesey Juice and gin, brass monkey
Yo, yo, I pledge allegiance to the bottle, the cup and the can In front of the bar, that's where I stand And to the alcohol for which I fall And the cold porcelain in the bathroom stall
One drunk nation under God inebriated With liberty and justice to anyone who's faded Drink drink drunk until I can't hack it Until the little man fall off the horse on my polo jacket
When I get drunk once again I spent all my yen on ten bottles of gin Likwit 'til I'm stiff, damn I love this riff The Ro gotta go, I pass the mic to E-Swift
I drink a lot of beers, my life's a black version of 'Cheers' Everyday sit at the bar and take shots with my peers I've been doin' this for years, ain't no amateurs here I've been drinkin' 40's longer than most niggaz careers
I've got the bitches grinnin' while the whole world is spinnin' You suffer from double vision and I'm just beginnin' You always pass out, wake up and don't remember me You could write a book with all your hangover remedies
I thought you knew, I've been drinkin' since high school While I down this Olde English, you sippin' your O'Douls I'm makin' beer runs at ten minutes to two While you still sippin' on your first motherfuckin' brew
Don't you think it's 'bout time To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do? Don't you think it's 'bout time To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
Curvoiseir, coke and rum Alize and one five one Heineken, Hennesey Juice and gin, brass monkey
A lot of niggaz can't drink, but hoes is even worse They order three drinks but can't finish the first I see 'em reachin' in they purse about to roll that sack of weed Knowin' that's the combination that they really don't need
'Cause girls take a sip, get fucked up quick Pass out, wake up (What's this?) It's a dick Baby girl, you lookin' sick, you lookin' plastered like a poster You was talkin' all that shit, now you need some Alka-Seltzer
You wobblin', weeblin', fuckin' up your evenin' That smoke that you breathin' got that ass on spin While yo' homegirls is like (Where the fuck you been?) In the girl's bathroom, fucked up since ten
Yeah, I seen her, she thought she was a graceful ballerina Now that ass is too drunk to drive herself to the marina So she comin' home with me because, I don't give a fuck Might fuck an ugly bitch, but only when I'm drunk
Don't you think it's 'bout time To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do? Don't you think it's 'bout time To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
Don't you think it's 'bout time To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do? Don't you think it's 'bout time To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
When I get drunk When I get drunk
We doin' big thangs, knahmsayin'? Ha ha, we fucked up now You know what's goin down, Alkaholiks Got my niggaz up in this motherfucker My niggaz and you know it, I ain't solo, I ain't dolo
Yo, ya know we peepin' y'all Ya know we peepin' y'all Slow motion style Pacific Ocean style Wh-what?
I'm in a rowdy ass club there's hella-bitches all around me This girl walks up, she says she's glad that she found me I told her she was trippin' 'cause the girl ain't even know me Then she told me she want to introduce me to her homies
I said, "Well, baby girl go get your kemo sabes I'll get my liquid niggas, we'll meet you in the lobby" She walked wit' a smile I ain't seened in a while So we mobbed through the crowd Killer Cal style
Walkin' wit' a limp, 'cause see, we pimp to perfection For us to catch a date don't take the love connection Fuck Chuck Woolery you want a date for surely All it take is fine jewelry
A wink and a drink and what the fuck you think? I mack a baby doll down, she in a long black mink We straight standin' in the lobby straight face to face Then she said, "Cut the chase let's bounce to my place"
'Cause ladies we wait for nightfall You thinkin' that we sleepin' but we peepin' all o' y'all Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down Baby doll you can't walk before you crawl
Ladies we wait for nightfall You thinkin' that we sleepin' but we peepin' all o' y'all Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down Baby doll you can't walk before you crawl
Still close to gettin' toasted by the B A R About to bounce wit' these bitches 'cause they don't live far Niggas all up in my grill, lookin' hella-bizarre I poured my drink on the ground for my dead homey Par
Grabbed my car keys my doctah function Burnt a little rubber made my outroduction Pumpkin' and her friends pushed the two-door Benz I pushed the E420 so we looked like twins
Swervin' through the night everything is right Swift rolled a blunt but he can't find a light Just when we 'bout to blaze it up and get high I peeped the one time out the corner of my eye
'Cause one time they wait for nightfall We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down Killer-cops you can't walk before you crawl
One time they wait for nightfall We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all Wanna throw a nigga up against the wall but slow down Killer-cop you can't walk before you crawl
I rolled past the cops, I'm on my cell phone blown Doin' 60 miles-a-hour in a 35 zone Just when I thought it was about to be on The girl pulled into the gate of a million dollar home
Fly landscape and Cavi' decorations The living room was bigger than the Club United Nations Place was to the point I kicked my shoes off the secko 30 percenters when I talked it made a echo
Echo, rolled up the fat perfecto They wanna skinny dip but I ain't wanna get wet though So let's go that's what she told Tash She led me to her room, lookin' like Stacey Gash
Baby got it pumpin' can't help but to feel it Then she told me that she married to a killer drug dealer Should I, A) Stay Or B) Bounce immediately
'Cause haters they wait for nightfall We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down Baby Pa' you can't walk before you crawl
Haters they wait for nightfall We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down Baby pa' you can't walk before you crawl
Can't do it, ya can't do it Ya can't walk before ya crawl That's right y'all slow motion style Killer Cali on the mic
Catastrophe fuckin' it up all the way from the Bermuda Triangle Hottest shit on the streets, 1998, '99, 2000 Raise, raise yo' glass, raise yo' glass to Tash Raise yo' glass and make a toast to Tash
Now straight up, not tonight, not tonight We got Tash on the mic, not tonight
[tash] Smoke this blunt Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99 I'm glad you all could make it As you can see admission was free this smoke fest this year All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (sixty bucks? ? !!)
Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 'cause tash fuck it up, don't twist it up wit luck My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer Tash be partied down as fuck swingin off the chandelier Tash be here, tash be there Tash be everywhere it's poppin I'm here to let you know fuckin wit me's not an option 'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains I be rollin wit king t, and we all in the same game But enough about catash, let's talk about some skrill You know it's bout to pop if likwit crew is on the bill You can ask my nigga phil how real this is, the weed Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat
*tash in background* Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man? "all the way from mobile, alabama." Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt? "yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby."
Smoke, smoke fest time
[big boi] Yeah yeah yeah I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like kid dynamtie The time is right Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight But I'm not though just on them black & mild's And people thinkin I'm the wild one 'cause I be flippin And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit And you notifying alkaholiks daily So punk mufucker you better dub bitch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot I can be the player you wanna bust wit Or nigga you don't even wanna go fuck wit Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee Very nicely, aquemini my nigga, not a pisces But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff While I write g, yeah yeah right
[dre] Yeah, check this out yeah Hard life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes Musty under arms, soul shlong charm Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son The day you bone is when you start to die The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing For I'm already high
Smoke, smoke fest time
[phil the agony] Yo yo yo Whenever I'm writing, you can call me philly titan Receiting to you an interview like phil donahue Me and my crew, translate los angeles Scandalous, like watergate Phil on the break, phil on the break Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis From my head down to my air max's Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your ? deadly gases? My name is jason when I fill out my application To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin Phil/feel the ration, phil/feel the adrenaline I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "phil is illin!" Phil is willin and ready Phil is raw like eddie Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti Deadly, phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain Niggas be like "he sayin phil again, phil again, phil again"
Smoke, smoke fest time
[tash] Hey hey hey Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now We have a special guest that just stepped in the house You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music He goes by the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out
[b-real] Now I be, rollin and smokin And holdin the golden sack When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic Smoke fest, expandin your chest Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it I give you doctor greenthumb digits, don't repeat it The brew crew and the buddah masters together Gettin you higher and fuckin you up that much faster Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls All be gettin smoked at the buddah head shows Excuse me if it seems too complicated The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga tash out Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I mean?
Uh-huh, ahh I feel like it's time for a new nigga And I feel like that nigga should be me Hello boys and girls! My name is catashtrophe Peep my slide out
Check it out it goes slide, slide, slippedy slide I'm here to give y'all niggaz a new dick to ride Cause tash is like the flyest nigga standin on the planet I pimped the beat so tough I had to slap it back-handed A single-handed, thought that's how I planned it I didn't leave my group it's just time we all expanded Tash made an atom bomb, disguised it as my solo Now all the d.c. niggaz bump my shit instead of go-go Whattup loco? it's tash on the micro Xzibit hold it down with the rifle, what? Standin on the eiffel droppin pennies, cause tash ain't friendly They tried to pay to shut me up, but they knot too skinny And, gimme mines, that's my ninety-eight motto Can't walk around the city lookin rahlo So if y'all niggaz follow I lead, let's smoke this weed Put away your guns punk so we can all get keyed
"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x) "with that west coast rhymin" "my man t-a-s-h with styles glory great" -> mos def
So to the pimps players hustlers high rollers dead pres folders Better hold on to your funds, while this alkie mic control it Takin over, catashtrophe he rollin like a boulder Like master p told ya, you a soldier; I'm posted
Like a vulture on a branch on a hunt for grands My circumstance, I went from snow ball to avalanche And now tash is the nigga that all the hoes chose My style is hella flashy like busta rhymes clothes I'm all-pro, the top selection for elections Sneaking guns on the plane with no detection With no recollection, of how the fuck I got this deal But now I got the motherfucker so it's on for real!
"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x) "with that west coast rhymin" "my man t-a-s-h with styles glory great" -> mos def
My style is odd, like a gift from god That's why I hold more microphones than ahmad rashad But it's time you know my name so tell the dj to loop it Grab a pad and pen, write it down if you stupid! I break it down for major weighter, catash'll fade ya You just a waiter I'm a caped crusader But I didn't come to save ya all I came to do is chill Scoop y'all niggaz hoes and take some 40's to the grill I pops a pill, but all it was was golden seals No need to go to blueberry hill, to get y'all thrills Just fly directly over the bermuda triangle Where I'm runnin rappers over in a ninety-eight durango, like that
"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x) "with that west coast rhymin" "my man t-a-s-h with styles glory great" -> mos def
Listen honey can't you see That I'm the one that's gonna show you love And make you feel so much pleasure Don't waste the feeling Just go with the flow When your body's next to mine You're giving up that sexy vibe I wanna take you to another level baby And when you get that special feeling All you gotta do is call me up oh I'll give you good and plenty of it When you're feeling down and low All you gotta do is let me know, yeah I'll give you good and plenty of my love Hey, hey sugar the time has come for you to let down your guard and accept all of my Precious treasures I'll share my secrets and open my heart to you It can only get sweeter baby I'm gonna take the time To make your love all mine Come let me take you to another level baby And when you get that special feeling All you gotta do is call me up, oh I'll give you good and plenty of it When you're feeling down and low All you gotta do is let me know, yeah I'll give you good and plenty When Your body's next to mine You're giving up that sexy vibe I'm gonna take you to another level baby, oh Repeat 1 until fade
Standing with your boys on the corner I see them look at me walking by But they don't understand how I'm feeling Cuz boy you are the apple of my eye 1 I never thought no never That I'd find someone to love me like you do I never thought in a million years That you would make every one of my dreams come true Baby there ain't no need for you to worry Cuz you can turn your back on me You know that I'll still be waitin' Right under the sycamore tree 2 - You're all I see, you're all I see I won't let nobody ever come between you and me See, you're all I see Every time they step to me I don't pay them any mind It's all about you and me Repeat 1 Repeat 2 As clear as the sea Blow around tropical breeze I see only we seven seas seven stars Cooling at the park down in Nassau Just think, you and me, love Say it's all, move your lips slow come close to my ear It's here my dear where your fears come clear There's little time left to escape and make best All I see is three to complete Making sweet sugar, honey, all I see All we need, the true life is when we can just be I never thought in a million years That you would make every one of my dreams come true Repeat 1 until fade
