Off The Wall Lyrics

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 motherfucker? 

 Course I do - came down 

 Fuck 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 niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes 

 The R&B singers or the niggaz 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 nigga 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 niggaz 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 niggaz sold 

 Gold, or double plat 

 CaTashTrophe'll have your girl butt-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 shit!  The R&B niggaz 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 pussy, so funky niggaz 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 bitch digit 

 It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller 

 Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer 

 Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala 

 skill 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