Alkaholiks The All Night Lyrics

All Night Lyrics

J-Ro] Welcome to Tha Alkaholik function, yeah

[Tash] Yes to party down

[J-Ro] We came to party, we came to party, we came to party

[Tash] Yes to party down

[J-Ro] We came to party, we came to party, we came to party



Verse One: Tash



Aiyyo, step in my area, and I'ma bury ya

Tha Likwit crew is blowin so the more the girl the merrier

So bring your sexy body to the front and make some noise

while these beats wind the Likwit homies up like Freakazoids

Plus my style as hot as sex on a platta

That's why your dame was open once I threw these lyrics at her

Say what? The rhyme data ???

Smokin wack MC's so bad I'm at the ground evacuatin

So hit the exits, while I'm rhyme flexin on some next ish

That come across in different shapes and forms like playin Tetris

So from the West it's (who?) I thought you knew

Cool ass CaTashTrophe, from the crew with all the moves

so pop the tops off, while I pop beats that knock your blocks off

TASH, got the style that house any beanie bopper

So check the time of clock while I rock the land

"Hey ladies!" tell em whose in this jam



Chorus: repeat 2X



(It's Tha Liks baby)

[J-Ro] Here to wet your top

[Tash] So all the ladies gather round, it's time to party down

[J-Ro] That's right (That's right) that's right

#1 repeat [J-Ro] We got the Henn Rock flowin all night

#2 repeat [J-Ro] We gotta keep the party blowin all night

#3 repeat [J-Ro] Tha Likwit up in ya all night

#4 repeat [J-Ro] DJ spin the record all night

#5 repeat [J-Ro] We'll have sex on the beach all night

#6 repeat [J-Ro] It's Tha Liks baby baby all night



Verse Two: J-Ro



Yo, it goes down like one two three

It's Tha Alkaholiks in the place to be

Whether you from France, Japan or Italy

An R&B fan, or a dope MC

Some ol' jazz cat that won a Grammy

A wide receiver, from Miami

A soccer goalie or a maitre'd

A Playboy Bunny, even if you can't see

I don't give a damn if you security

or you got a degree, at USC

My uncle, my cousin, or my auntie

You could be one-time it don't matter to me

Cause when you bring your ass to a Likwit show

You gonna get wet if you in the front row

*E-Swift scratches* Row... row... Ro... Ro..

... now on with the show



Chorus



Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash



One two, one two

I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide

Ralph M and DJ Pen make the wheels spin

Let's make some noise for the Baka Boyz

DJ Dee and Hen Gee in the place to be

Joe Cooley and Mark and Evil E

Master C, Sam Jam, and ?

Assada got bam slam with DJ Jam

Let loose the 4th Alkaholik puts the wheels to use uhh

D-Pimp, Mad Lib, my nigga Juice

And DJ Pooh, I like the beats you produce

You know how we do, with DJ Kiilu

Makin girls shake they asses, Inf's got all the passes

I'm playin John Madden, with DJ Alladin

Had my girl under the cover, went with Egyptian Lover

I'm on the radio, microphone mic-a-don

All my yapes I would pay for a mix tape I'd trade

DJ Mark Love makes the party push and shove

I float over a beat made by Chris the Glove

The Beat Junkies, Nu-Mark and Cut Chemist

My homey ? leave ya mouth open like a dentist

Bobcat, DJ Smooth and Battlecat

The Sway and King Tech Wake Up Show is fat

General Lee gets busy but remember this

Scotty D, Keith Coolie, and Cold Krush Chris



Chorus



Outro: J-Ro



Yo this goes out to all the DJ's, in the L to the A

E-Swift on the track, yeah

Rob One in the house, check it out

Rob Love in the house, uhh

Tairrie T in the house, yeah

Fat Box in the house, uhh

My homey Tank in the house, yeah

DJ Muggs in the house, yo

DJ Bones in the house

Old School Romeo in the house, yeah

Ali Wide in the house, uhh

? in the house, yeah

Coolio G, Total G, can't forget DJ Yella

Mixmaster Spade, DJ Lethal, DJ ?, hah

Rest in peace to DJ Trane and Magic Mike

All night, all night, all night, yeah