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Alkaholiks Miscellaneous Daam! (Swift Remix) Intro: J-Ro There go the bathroom right there [Just could I have one] Yo, get this party started [two maybe two drinks sometime when I got ta holla now] Ay, ay yo E-Swift [one two] It's the Alkaholik funk One two, ah one two, yeah Yeah, ah one two, ah one two Verse One: J-Ro Ooh, we got to clown, E-Swift get the rockets Niggaz step back I'm pullin rhymes out my pockets I'm drop bombs like my man Joe Lewis So all you can do is, be the black and bluest This ain't Monopoly the Liks will never get the boot I got the kind of rhymes to make a fly girl group Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Roberto Clemente Ooh, my style is muy calient I bail through Hell and won't bust a sweat I walk through a rainstorm and still won't get wet So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season I bust through lines like Jerome Meadis We're fresh as lettuce, the front row gets the wettest You talk about a party, then I flex I'm walkin out the R-E in my X Chorus 2X: J-Ro The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say [Daaam!] The Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!] The Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say [Daaam!] Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say [Daaam!] Interlude 2X: group We are the Alkaholiks We be rockin from coast to coast And when it comes to fresh beats and rhymes You know who got the most Verse Two: Tash While he sound like he do I keep to my own With the liquid-ass lyrics that y'all niggaz get a tone Though I'm known in every zone for my styleof entertaining I spray you with my beer and make you niggaz think it's raining The liquidator with the hardcore demanor Bustin out the perpetrators I see through em like a Zima So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock I told son not to pull that gun Cause I'll be on him like a cheetah with no time to run Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor Hittin up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker Cause I feel like bustin loose It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce Droppin rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older That's what your momma with my picture tattooes on her shoulder So rap artists, "Get ready to rumble!" Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam While I be droppin shit that make you say Chorus 2X: Tash (beats, freaks, flows, hoes) Verse Three: J-Ro I've been told that my style is so cold it make you cough The Liks baby in the house about to go the fuck off I used to have a curl but I cut my locks real low Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took A fresh-ass hook out my notebook Rap is fantastic, I love this game But I could name a hundred MC's who all sound the same I drop back to throw my flow, but you missed it You biscuit eatin baboon rapper misfit Aww ishh, let me make a wish I wish white supremacist racist turn to fish So I could hook em at the lake, break out the Shake N Bake Grub like I used ta, pass the Red Rooster I walk down the street niggaz be like, "Yo! That's the nigga from the video" Like a free-falling elevator I'ma fuck you up It's the Ro, with the, drunk funk flow I hate to boast but I'm the host with the most And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my hoes from coast to coast [empty chorus fades] |
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