[J-Ro]
I knock `em knock `em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts
I`m a togger not a fogger step on runts and don`t do stunts
I got SOUL POWER never took a cold shower
Now I got twenty hos the color of cooking flour
You can call me sleazy cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy
I used to have a curl now eveybody wanna tease me
Like a Kung-Fu flick, I stick you in the dick, with my toothpick
Tell `em Homicide (DJ Homicide: You hit them like a brick)
I like clothes and hoes but like `em better in the sheets
I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets
Amazing feets move, they happen everyday
When the Ro to the J bring his ass out to play
I weight one-ninety but I`m, fat
I ki-uh-kick up dust when I bust like a cap
Tha lik-lik? crew, and Sugar Ray too
Is rock a show, knock a hoe, and crack another brew
Make Room
[Chorus: Mark Mcgrath of Sugar Ray]
It`s not cause I`m seein` double
It`s not cause we`re causin` trouble
It`s not cause you`re in a bubble
Now, can you just (Kiks: Make Room!)
It`s not cause I`m seein` double
It`s not cause we`re causin` trouble
It`s not cause you`re in a bubble
Now
[DJ Homicide of Sugar Ray]
It`s the super, producer gets it poppin with the quickness
Homicide and the Alkies straight gettin down to business
It`s all about the Liks cause they heavy on the kicks
But they easy on the treble (adjust my scratch level)
So fools can here my beats bangin` all the way in China
The skills you can`t front on, Tha Homicidal rhymer
Could rip a show up to` up (???) til the crips and bloods show up
and rock these turntables til the motherfuckers blow up
But that`s cause I`m slick tossin records like a discus
Y`all niggaz feel these beats from fuckin` Halloween to Christmas
That`s why I`m screamin on all y`all niggaz like the Sonics
I`m hooked on gin and chronic like your momma`s Hooked on Phonics
[E-Swift]
So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
You better make way for the Alkaholik crew
When we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
You better make way for Sugar Ray, fool!
Make Room!
[Chorus]
[J-Ro]
J-Mcenroe, I`m smackin` foes
You seen that movie Heat? My crew was packin` those
You lackin` flows, you come off wack in shows
You (pickin` chickens???) man we got models and actin hoes
Guess who`s back down at the brew shack
Gotta cool sack of that shit to blow your dude back
Who wack? I`ll beat you till ya blue, black
And make you do crack in the back of a new `lac
What`s my name? (J-Ro)
You tell them how to spell it (J-R-O)
Now you know niggy
Rest in peace (unintelligible syllable) Tupac, Eazy
Pun, and Biggie
It`s time to get drinky(?)
Break out`cha bong while I sing my song
Hope it`s bomb cause I`m gonna sing it all night long
[E-Swift]
When we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
You better make way for the Alkaholik crew
Make room!
[Chorus] w/ J-Ro, over make rooms and now
It`s the Liks baby, Sugar Ray baby
It`s the Liks baby, Sugar Ray baby
Bein` drunk!
Rhymin` the Rhyme (echoed four times, beat changes)
[Tash]
Night vision, with precision, we slay with no delay
It`s the Liks and Sugar Ray so feel free to fly away
`Cause the A in Alkaholiks stands for Always been the shit (Word)
You can catch me in the wobble slam-dancin` in the pit
Look (the way?) my homies get when we out that alcohol
we do it all, start a brawl, tell the cops (fuck y`all)
Carl Lewis feet ain`t as swift as my pen
that`s why y`all niggaz keep knockin` but you can`t come in
Look at where the fuck we been, around the world in a day
That`s why the fools can`t fuck with the Liks and Sugar Ray
