Intro Chorus: J-Ro
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Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!]
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Alkaholiks got the freestyle to make you say [Daaam!]
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Alkaholiks got the 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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Verse One: J-Ro
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E-Swift test the rockey launcher, let's blow up the spot
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Show em what we got for the ninety-flow shot
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I'm the, brown bomber droppin verbal scuds
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I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds
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This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump
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So make room, for the crew with beats the jump
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Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
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I'm playin for the A's, O.G. was right cause Rhyme Pays
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I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet
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I was bailing through Hell I didn't even bust a sweat
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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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Bring it on young one, so you can get done
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I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun
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Ninety-three million, five thousand flows
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And here's one more for the hoes
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Chorus 2X: J-Ro (beats, freaks, rhymes, jam)
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Interlude: Xzibit
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Repeat 8X: [liks liks liks baby, liks liks liks baby]
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Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'
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Makin more dutch than Ross Perot
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Check it out, yeah
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Like that, Xzibit all in your grill
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Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah
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Cause in ninety-four
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It's all about the flowws, the hoes
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and the forty-o's, nigga!
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Verse Two: Xzibit
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Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass
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I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin beer in your face
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So the ninety-four to them I put my niggaz that remember
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means I'm steppin to the mic with lyrics colder than December
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[Brrrr!] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's
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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 chief not to start no beef
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He tried to shoot me with his gun I caught the bullet with my teeth
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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 your nose run and j
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I make the ladies say, "Make money money!"
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I used to have a curl but I cut my shit 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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Dan-na-dah, dan-na-dah *ESPN theme* I love sports
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I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts
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You try to tackle me you couldn't make me fall
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Cause I been movin ahead since the day I learned to crawl
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Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish
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I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish
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So I could just hook em, take em home and cook em
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That's how I floss yo pass the hot sauce
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When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints
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in the concrete, cause I'm fat meaning, I'm so complete
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Like a freak on an elevator I'ma fuck you up
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It's the Ro, with the, inebiriated flow
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I hate to boast but I'm the host with most
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And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast
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Outro: Xzibit, Tash
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It's like that [Daaam!]
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It's like this uh, it's like that [Daaam!]
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It's like this uh, it's like that [Daaam!]
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Well it's like this uh, it's like that [Daaam!]
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Like that, word up, Alkaholiks [Daaam!]
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X to the Z Xzibit [Daaam!]
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in the motherfuckin place, yeah [Daaam!]
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Let me shout it out once, once, once [Daaam!]
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To my nigga King Tee you don't stop
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