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Verse One: J-Ro
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I knock em knock em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts
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I'm a togger not a fogger step on hunts and don't do stunts
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I got SOUL POWER never took a cold shower
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Never had a girlfriend the color of cooking flour
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You can call me sleazy cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy
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Some brothers wear curls, cuz it ain't easy being peasy
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Like a Kung-Fu flick, I stick you in the dick, with my toothpick
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Tell em Rick ("You hit them harder than a fuckin brick")
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I like clothes and hoes but like em better in the sheets
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I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets]
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Amazing feets move, they happen everyday
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When the Ro to the J bring his ass out to play
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I weight one-eighty but I'm, fat
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I ki-uh-kick up dust when I bust like a cap
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Tha Alkaholik crew, and what we're here to do
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Is rock a show, knock a hoe, and crack another brew
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Chorus:
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Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (3x)
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Tunes hittin hard enough to ditch your trunk
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It's the Liks baby, it's the Liks (4x)
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Verse Two: Tash
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The super, duper, gets it poppin with the quickness
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King Tee and the Alkies straight gettin down to business
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It's all about the Liks cause we're heavy on the kicks
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But we're easy on the treble (adjust my mic level)
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So fools can here me mic checkin all the way in China
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The skills you can't front on, Tha Alkaholik rhymer
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Could rip a show up to' up so I always flex my talents
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but my words don't be slurrin, I never lose my balance
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But that's cause I'm slick tossin bottles like a discus
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The Liks could rock a party from Halloween to Christmas
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That's why I'm screamin on MC's like I'm Onyx
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I'm hooked on gin and tonics like your momma's Hooked on Phonics
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So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
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Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew
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When we're steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
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Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew
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Chorus
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Verse Three: J-Ro
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First you gotta have respect, money comes next
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After you get THOSE, come the hoes and the sex
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Girl you keep askin bout the niggaz in my crew
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Yeah I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me and you
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Cause I don't give a fuck whose your cousin who could fuck
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Cause I just wanna fuck, damn I wanna fuck
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So unlock the gate and MAKE ROOM for the heavyweight rapper
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The slim light skinned coochie slapper
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Pull over to the side so I can roll up the indo
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Got the bitch head bumpin on the front window
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Wham, bam, I spanked you ma'am
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I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb
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I blow into the mic when I check it
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Had hoes gettin naked way before I made a record
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I smoked a gang of liquor, I drink a gang of boom
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Like Ted, I gotta zoom zoom so make room
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Chorus
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Outro: Tash, J-Ro
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Ah yeah, ah yeah, Tha Alkaholiks
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Yo, before we bail
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We gotta give a shout out to the crew that gets the party poppin
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Tha Alkaholik crew
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Old English is in the house, and uhh
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What about Mickey's? is in the house, and uhh
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St. Ide's is in the house, and uhh
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Crazy Horse is in the house, and uhh
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Genuine Draft is in the house, and uhh
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What about Red Bull is in the house, and uhh
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Colt .45 is in the house, and uhh
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King Cobra ain't in the house, and uhh
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*bottle smashes*
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Make Room
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Tha Alkaholiks |