Intro:

WhoRidas. Tha Alkaholiks (X8)



WhoRidas:

Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock

With the master key, but the master key be me

I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove

And commence to roll, like a tire

A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair

Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'

And we came prepared because I'm round hoe

On the down low

And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico

From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know

How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder

So we smoke a hundered yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?

No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'

But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers

You stick around and watch my money lay ya

And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel

On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin'

They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press

Hittin' hard like a tech on the target



Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right."



J-Ro:

J-Ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'

I'm trippin' like Pippen, long hour sippin'

Uh, ? deep into books on my shelves

I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves

What good is a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame

And a Volkswagen brain

My style be kind of old, like gold

But it's the reason why I still mold, C-notes in my bill fold

I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you with me

Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes

Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes

My flows are numerous like East Valley murders

Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like Rally's burgers

You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro

With the Cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns

But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun

My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever

Fuckin' with the Likwit will get your head severed

WhoRidas get it poppin' lik Buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job

At rappin', we just attempt, and I

Pimp the flow like Imp the Dimp

And I run around 40's like my nigga Shawn Kemp, and I'm out



Hook:

This is how it goes down, check out he sound

Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?

The Liks and WhoRidas (X2)



WhoRidas:

Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die

When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail

Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed

I can't cross what a nigga need with greed

So I sit with Walley, and make my plan till dividens will end

With this look, my grand one of a kind like a brick

To buy some shit once find, and flip it twice

But don't put a thang on hold we roll

We stay on the road, I gtta make my fetti even if it's off the wall

Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash

Sit back in a lab and strike oil like an Arab

For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh Jesus

In my lifetime so many fans movin' hand to hand

So many niggas ou there trying to be the man

Like Neon Deion, got jacked like peons

On the front line for the first time



Talking:

Hey, what's the big idea? Put that gun away Harry we have a deal.



It's never too late to improve your barganing position.



Tash:

And to whom it my concern, it's Tash turn to burn

Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from Howard Stern

And host my own show

Cause Tash is bout it bout when it's crowded

I'm here to rock y'all niggas even though I'm Guinestouted

So slide some oil to these stiff MC's

While I get into this style that bones like M 3's

Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly

Even Oakland niggas ay "Tash is hella saucy" (What!)

I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split deciesions

The Hennessy is fuckin' with my vision

But even half blind, I still find a rhyme to blow your mind

That's why I walk around L.A. with more hoes than Ginuwine

So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle

Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle

I'm posted to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'

That's why you lookin' at me like "Tash is up to somethin'."

I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the wall

That keep they self together with draweres that match they bras

I feel 'em and I know them bitches feel me

Cause I go by the name of (Catashtophy!)



Hook (X2