Now when you see me gettin drunk it's like ""aww shit!""
When you hear this likwid funk it's like ""aww shit!""
When I'm pushin through the crowd it's like ""aww shit!""
There goes CaTashTrophe, Tha Alkahol-iks
Verse One: Tash
Now my objective with this rhymin is to take words and bounce em
And twist em up so bad that wack MC's can't pronounce em
Just to show ya how we house em from the Westside of thangs
(Killa Cali motherfuckers) where the gangbangers hang
The L dot A dot Crenshaw Boulevard
Where I write rhymes so hard niggaz swap my tradin cards
Cause my Cali niggaz feel this realness, lyrics healness
that'll make the special mist when I grab this gun and kill this
But still this, brother stays alive like Wyclef
I'm steppin through the house the rappers step to the left
Cause I fry em like a chef and then get on with my evening
So never twist it up that lyrically we even thievin
Cause I stop your breathin quick like (UHH) then revive ya
I swum with bigger fish than the deep sea diver
Cause CaTash the likwidater's here to blow it through the roof
Grab the money and the hoes then dissapear like poof
Off that 151 it's like ""aww shit!""
When a nigga pop his gun it's like ""aww shit!""
When we up next to flow it's like ""aww shit!""
That's my nigga J-Ro Tha Alkahol-iks
Verse Two: J-Ro, Tash
I've got senoritas, from Alameda to Receda
Me and Olde E, is like Tarzan and Cheetah
I wish Hen Rock came in a two liter
Swift could you turn up the big drum beater
But still I, got to pull my brew out the chiller
Tonight it's goin down like the house of Reggie Miller (J-Ro)
Everybody turn to your nigga on the rig