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Intro:
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Back once again to wet up the whole area
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Check my style out
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Verse One: Tash
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Read my lips, my dick be makin bitches leave tips
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Castin shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse
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Cause the man that makes you jump like you the grand prize winner of a
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Lexus
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I'm back again to test your reflexes
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If you don't think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift
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If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff
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If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I
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Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph
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Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin back to eighty-six
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While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix
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So my style be comin at you more deadlin than a cobra
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With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober
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Mind your biz while I rhymes like Biz to the tent
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I slam like a fifth that stays hidden
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Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances
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And I don't have to sing to send these bitches into trances
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Chorus: E-Swift (repeat 4X)
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I give the party people what they like
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Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night
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Verse Two: J-Ro
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Next it's, the man freakin funky flow flexes
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Bustin in my All Day I Dream About Sexes
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Walk into your living room there I am
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Stroll to your kitchen there I am
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Run to your backyard hmm there I am
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Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram
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That's why you hate me, you can't escape me
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You can't even erase me off your tape
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We the A-L-K, H-O-L-I-K-S
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Comin like new pimps humps and stress to your chest
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J, to the R-O, just rockin on
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I keep the party poppin til a new day is born
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The Alkaholik name won't change not a bit
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I told you on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit
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We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted
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To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid
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Chorus
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Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash
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Punk MC's get bent, I'll leave a dent in what you sent
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I got your city covered like a motherfuckin tent
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Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy
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The way Ibust will get you dizzy like a VD
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I hang with thugs I'm like drugs so why try me
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I'm swift like Ozzie Smith, your flow ain't goin by me
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He's a sufferin succcootash, throw him in the trash
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Show him you the man that'll boom bash
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I hold MC's up like money it ain't funny
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When I leave em in the corner broke up like crash dummies
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Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest
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For the cardiac arrest, fuckin with the freshest
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Cause even on your best, I leave you like Ness
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Cause I'm colder than a forty straight out the ice chest
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So it's easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English
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Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out my...
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(arguement with girl)
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How many alcoholics we got here in the house? *cheer*
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How many pot-heads we got? *cheer*
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Same fuckin assholes
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Read My Lips
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Tha Alkaholiks |