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]
