Contents Unda Pressure

Likwidation

Tha Alkaholiks

歌词

Verse One:

J-Ro I'm the beer rational outta national

My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the gravy

Wsup wavy, thanks to my homey

King Tee-la the host wit the most,

Im coast to coast like

Aunt Peela the

Cowboys beat the

Steelers so ***** where's my $50 boom bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin shiftee

In this game of rappin your ass will never win and let you play b-b rickers wit

Quik, Suge and

Mack 10 who need to come join these words like conjunction a friend before

I bring the end to your bodily functions when

I speak I go deep, like when

I'm stabbin it

You comin up empty like your

Mother Hubbard's cabinet

Cause you keep comin wit rhymes guns so deeply

Example is the school of mankind ****** so peep me you

Range-Rovin,

Tommy Hil and bustin glocks while

I'm in the studio bustin lyrics in my socks and the

A-C is broken, no jokin we got the worm witout the coke-in the ******

DAT machine is smokin

The pizza still aint here, we out of beer and

I think this ************ engineer is a queer and my dip is blowin up my hip whats up honey (eh J-Ro the land lord really wants his money)

AWW **** Chorus

Contents under pressure, contents under pressure

I hope for the best and expect the worst get stress off my chest everytime

I bust a verse

Verse Two:

Tash Ain't no describin the way that

Tash be feelin when he's vibin be feelin like a deadly secret agent on assignment dont **** wit microfilms,

I want the microphones and tables that some ****** stole while

I was at a meeting wit my label cuz

Tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound put you down cuz your lyrics suck more than

Divine Brown while

Im off that

Royal Crown gettin party at the

Atmospheric wit the 40's and the

Hennesy to get yall in the spirit so bounce to the lyrics of the noble

Likwit warrior get the stress out or try to maintain like

X and Gloria poundin your surroundin stuffin at you from the

Liks styles harder to decode than grafitti on the bricks so read my tag and weep, while

I drive you off the deep wit the

Alkie style that rock you and made

Quantum wanna leap cuz

Tash in the streets plays for keeps on micros its the never ending quest for west coast rap titles

Chorus Verse

Three: J-Ro,

E-Swift, Tash

Yo I walk in the place, kicks un-laced wit a bitter beer face, (a 40?) naw a whole case wit flows like these, we not your average

MC's we be the drunken masters of ceremonies these rappers come out hard then turn fake like rayon put

I choose to stick to the streets like a crayon in order to go pop, we'd have to stop comin fresher

Contents under pressure....

And there ain't no tellin when we bout to explode like tall cans in the freezer when they get too cold we gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto gold more than half a million know these beats got soul we still under pressure, thats my motivation to let this drunk technique leak thru out the nation

Im stressed out, for weeks wit no sleep and no roll in the studio cuz

I know this shits gotta blow

When you see me on the mic we go buck for buck

We only battle decent ******, so be glad y'all suck

Cause if I take ten steps and turn around

I'll destroy ya

Cause my style be up in ****** like

I'm Oscar

De La Hoya

The crew you got before ya,

Tash the top gunner so try to stay on float while the current pulls you under

Cause read what it stands fool, like on the bulletin wit skills they couldnt teach your ass at