Tha Alkaholiks - Off The Wall lyrics

[keith murray] you can get it, get it, get it, get it [tash] Dude, what you got on my forty homey? One two, likwid, likwid, likwid What you think motherf**er? Course i do - came down f** it up, uhh, uhh Chorus: Get your back up off the wall "get with it" [keith murray] and you can get it, get it, get it, get it Get your back up off the wall "get with it" [keith murray] and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah Verse one: tash I heard n***az wanna know who scoops the most hoes The r&b singers or the n***az with flows So what i did was took a poll like clinton versus dole (cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control) And the more girls i asked, the more i heard em say They said they want it raw, silky n***a stay away Good choice, cuz rico don't be losin his voice and no... [activator spraying sound] to make my hair look moist Just a sack of palm dale that i got from dontrell Cuz this is how i do it but it ain't montell It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer That be dissin silky n***az in suits and eyeliner Cuz look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh In your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest Keep freezin, while i keep easin down the road Cause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all n***az sold Gold, or double plat Catashtrophe'll have your girl bu*t-naked layin flat (which way is that) Horizontal, while i'm runnin all up in it To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute Party sh**! the r&b n***az try to swipe That's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype But i'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya Chorus 2x Verse two: j-ro Who the hell let the dog out the gate? Ready or not, here i come to set it straight Cause it's a thin line between love and hate So mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes But i keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight? Just give in, cause you know you'll never win, right? It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour A three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power (stop look and listen) that's the way of the world I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels Is it just my imagination, or is my generation Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration Peace to the departed, i get it started like a-b C, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner (i'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?) Yeah, i found love on a two way street Now i'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what) This is my message to mc's to make em quiver Signed, sealed, delivered Chorus Verse three: keith murray I be tight like fish p**y, so funky n***az gotta gush me So dark you can't overlook me Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall I call up tha liks and we drunk em all Heavy or small, you drink, forget it You ask who is it? i already got your b**h digit It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer Savage n***a chiller, microphone fuhreala Sk** dealer, stadium thriller, i'll break in manila One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller Superstar status guerilla, still i To this day drink olde english cannot stand miller A real hip-hop berzerker At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous Originality you lack So take that move back catch a heart attack Get your back up off the wall Chorus 4x with variations Female: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz) Nobody beats tha liks (4x) You know nobody can beat tha liks I know nobody can beat tha liks We rock you on and on Nobody beats tha liks