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