Tha Alkaholiks

Tha Alkaholiks - Daaam Swift Mix lyrics

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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
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