Song by Tha Alkaholiks<br /><br>
[Intro:]<br>
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From city to city, coast II coast<br>
Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>
(We came, to rock, for everybody)<br>
From city to city, coast II coast<br>
Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>
From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all)<br>
Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>
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[Verse One: Tash]<br>
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(From city to city, coast II coast)<br>
I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost<br>
Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like (walkie talkies)<br>
So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee<br>
Off the hook with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio<br>
(Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo<br>
So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels<br>
Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles<br>
So nod to the oddness as the story gets told<br>
While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold<br>
Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses<br>
The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses<br>
I bust my shit and peel! Grab my wheels of steel<br>
If y'all niggaz can't feel me than y'all niggaz ain't real<br>
I hit so hard the WBC<br>
Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me<br>
Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles<br>
Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals<br>
And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute<br>
(Now the party didn't start) Till the Liks walked in it<br>
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[Chorus:]<br>
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From city to city, coast II coast<br>
Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>
All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all<br>
When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y'all<br>
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From city to city, coast II coast<br>
Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>
All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all<br>
(from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right y'all<br>
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[Verse Two: J-Ro]<br>
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Yeah... check out my Ro-gram<br>
Since I was a kid I got darker<br>
I write rhymes so phat I need a marker<br>
My style gets bit like Peter Parker<br>
If imitation is the greatest form of flattery...<br>
...punk don't flatter me<br>
I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks<br>
Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks<br>
Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells<br>
You never even heard Rock the Bells<br>
My cash flows, like a bloody nose<br>
It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows<br>
I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin<br>
Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where I'm eatin<br>
Your style is like *do Do DOO* out of service<br>
The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC's be gettin nervous<br>
I never take falls, I got more balls than pre-hauls<br>
I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws<br>
Never ever find the fool that stole my brew<br>
(I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty things to you)<br>
Don't lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me<br>
If you choose the real shit you can't refuse me<br>
Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap<br>
I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp<br>
And I, could, just, go, all, the, way<br>
On Friday<br>
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[Interlude:]<br>
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Yo whassup baby!!!<br>
Yo wasn't that your nigga there performin?<br>
Nah nah that wasn't him<br>
Yo it was mad niggaz in that piece yo<br>
What? What was they mad about?<br>
...Yo kid<br>
Kid?!! I'm old enough to be your uncle, heh<br>
Anyway, where the BUD at?<br>
Sorry we do not drink!<br>
What the hell you talkin bout we don't drink<br>
I mean the chronic<br>
Oh you wanna smoke a L or sumthin?<br>
An L? Fuck is that?<br>
Man, word<br>
Nathin<br>
Who the fuck is Nate, tell him<br>
It's Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true...<br>
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[Chorus:]<br>
<br>
From city to city, coast II coast<br>
Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>
And there's so many niggaz on the planet left to rock yo<br>
don't be surprised when we rappin on your block<br>
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From city to city, coast II coast<br>
Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>
To all the hoses and all the third-leggers<br>
We comin old school like biscuits and Kreggers<br>
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[Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash]<br>
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Yo, first they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby<br>
But I'm just a nigga kickin me shit like Reggie Roby<br>
My name ain't Toby call me J-to the<br>
Talk on my cellular telly got a belly like Buddah<br>
I ain't Barry Gordy's son but I Rock(s)well<br>
When I eat Jamaican food I get the ox tail<br>
Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us<br>
I should kick my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris<br>
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I jump out the bushes and ambush your crew<br>
Push you and moosh you like a bitch, what you wanna do<br>
It's round two nigga I'm showin no love<br>
It's like a heavyweight match, but without the gloves<br>
You just can't rock a show, you're too quick to fatigue<br>
I think you ain't busy since Red was in seas<br>
You need to put a little more thought into your writin<br>
Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened<br>
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So stop biting what your mouth can't chew<br>
A nova eat you but my DJ flow better than you<br>
But when I go to set it call the closest paramedic<br>
Cause you faker than that motherfuckin jewelry that's cosmetic<br>
So hold on to your seats while I rock these beats<br>
Cause these are just the repeats of our amazing feats<br>
Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like world records<br>
So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected<br>
And we O... W... T...<br>
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