Verse one：j-ro I knock em knock em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts I'm a togger not a fogger step on hunts and don't do stunts I got soul power never took a cold shower Never had a girlfriend the color of cooking flour You can call me sleazy cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy Some brothers wear curls, cuz it ain't easy being peasy Like a kung-fu flick, i stick you in the ****, with my toothpick Tell em rick ("you hit them harder than a ****in brick") I like clothes and hoes but like em better in the sheets I rock more beats than jesse owens ran track meets] Amazing feets move, they happen everyday When the ro to the j bring his ass out to play I weight one-eighty but i'm, fat I ki-uh-kick up dust when i bust like a cap Tha alkaholik crew, and what we're here to do Is rock a show, knock a hoe, and crack another brew Chorus: Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (3x) Tunes hittin hard enough to ditch your trunk It's the liks baby, it's the liks (4x) Verse two: tash The super, duper, gets it poppin with the quickness King tee and the alkies straight gettin down to business It's all about the liks cause we're heavy on the kicks But we're easy on the treble (adjust my mic level) So fools can here me mic checkin all the way in china The skills you can't front on, tha alkaholik rhymer Could rip a show up to' up so i always flex my talents But my words don't be slurrin, i never lose my balance But that's cause i'm slick tossin bottles like a discus The liks could rock a party from halloween to christmas That's why i'm screamin on mc's like i'm onyx I'm hooked on gin and tonics like your momma's hooked on phonics So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew ****** better make way for the alkaholik crew When we're steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew ****** better make way for the alkaholik crew Chorus Verse three: j-ro First you gotta have respect, money comes next After you get those, come the hoes and the *** Girl you keep askin bout the ****** in my crew Yeah i'm down with pooh, but what's up with me and you Cause i don't give a **** whose your cousin who could **** Cause i just wanna ****, damn i wanna **** So unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper The slim light skinned coochie slapper Pull over to the side so i can roll up the indo Got the ***** head bumpin on the front window Wham, bam, i spanked you ma'am I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb I blow into the mic when i check it Had hoes gettin naked way before i made a record I smoked a gang of liquor, i drink a gang of boom Like ted, i gotta zoom zoom so make room Chorus Outro: tash, j-ro Ah yeah, ah yeah, tha alkaholiks Yo, before we bail We gotta give a shout out to the crew that gets the party poppin Tha alkaholik crew Old english is in the house, and uhh What about mickey's? is in the house, and uhh St. ide's is in the house, and uhh Crazy horse is in the house, and uhh Genuine draft is in the house, and uhh What about red bull is in the house, and uhh Colt .45 is in the house, and uhh King cobra ain't in the house, and uhh *bottle smashes*
Verse one：j-ro I knock em knock em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts I'm a togger not a fogger step on hunts and don't do stunts I got soul power never took a cold shower Never had a girlfriend the color of cooking flour You can call me sleazy cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy Some brothers wear curls, cuz it ain't easy being peasy Like a kung-fu flick, i stick you in the ****, with my toothpick Tell em rick ("you hit them harder than a ****in brick") I like clothes and hoes but like em better in the sheets I rock more beats than jesse owens ran track meets] Amazing feets move, they happen everyday When the ro to the j bring his ass out to play I weight one-eighty but i'm, fat I ki-uh-kick up dust when i bust like a cap Tha alkaholik crew, and what we're here to do Is rock a show, knock a hoe, and crack another brew Chorus: Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (3x) Tunes hittin hard enough to ditch your trunk It's the liks baby, it's the liks (4x) Verse two: tash The super, duper, gets it poppin with the quickness King tee and the alkies straight gettin down to business It's all about the liks cause we're heavy on the kicks But we're easy on the treble (adjust my mic level) So fools can here me mic checkin all the way in china The skills you can't front on, tha alkaholik rhymer Could rip a show up to' up so i always flex my talents But my words don't be slurrin, i never lose my balance But that's cause i'm slick tossin bottles like a discus The liks could rock a party from halloween to christmas That's why i'm screamin on mc's like i'm onyx I'm hooked on gin and tonics like your momma's hooked on phonics So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew ****** better make way for the alkaholik crew When we're steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew ****** better make way for the alkaholik crew Chorus Verse three: j-ro First you gotta have respect, money comes next After you get those, come the hoes and the *** Girl you keep askin bout the ****** in my crew Yeah i'm down with pooh, but what's up with me and you Cause i don't give a **** whose your cousin who could **** Cause i just wanna ****, damn i wanna **** So unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper The slim light skinned coochie slapper Pull over to the side so i can roll up the indo Got the ***** head bumpin on the front window Wham, bam, i spanked you ma'am I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb I blow into the mic when i check it Had hoes gettin naked way before i made a record I smoked a gang of liquor, i drink a gang of boom Like ted, i gotta zoom zoom so make room Chorus Outro: tash, j-ro Ah yeah, ah yeah, tha alkaholiks Yo, before we bail We gotta give a shout out to the crew that gets the party poppin Tha alkaholik crew Old english is in the house, and uhh What about mickey's? is in the house, and uhh St. ide's is in the house, and uhh Crazy horse is in the house, and uhh Genuine draft is in the house, and uhh What about red bull is in the house, and uhh Colt .45 is in the house, and uhh King cobra ain't in the house, and uhh *bottle smashes*
