Intro: j-ro
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] itand'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 iand'm pullin rhymes out my pockets
Iand'm drop bombs like my man joe lewis
So all you can do is, be the black and bluest
This ainand't monopoly the liks will never get the boot
I got the kind of rhymes to make a fly girl group
Yo, iand'm the baddest man with a hit since roberto clemente
Ooh, my style is muy calient
I bail through hell and wonand't bust a sweat
I walk through a rainstorm and still wonand't get wet
So you must have a locomotive, i mean a crazy reason
To wanna step up, itand's sucker punk season
I bust through lines like jerome meadis
Weand're fresh as lettuce, the front row gets the wettest
You talk about a party, then i flex
Iand'm walkin out the r-e in my x
Chorus 2x: j-ro
The alkaholiks got the beats thatand'll make you say [daaam!]
The alkaholiks got freaks thatand'll make you say [daaam!]
The alkaholiks got rhymes thatand'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 yand'all niggaz get a tone
Though iand'm known in every zone for my styleof entertaining
I spray you with my beer and make you niggaz think itand's raining
The liquidator with the hardcore demanor
Bustin out the perpetrators i see through em like a zima
So iand'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 iand'll be on him like a cheetah with no time to run
Cause iand'm stronger than the bull thatand's on the schlitz malt liquor
Hittin up your cities with the alkaholik sticker
Cause i feel like bustin loose
Itand's the wicked pain inflictor with the mickeyand's deuce deuce
Droppin rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older
Thatand's what your momma with my picture tattooes on her shoulder
So rap artists, andquot;get ready to rumble!andquot;
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
Iand'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 mcand'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, andquot;yo!
Thatand's the nigga from the videoandquot;
Like a free-falling elevator iand'ma fuck you up
Itand's the ro, with the, drunk funk flow
I hate to boast but iand'm the host with the most
And iand'm ghost, hereand's a toast to my hoes from coast to coast
[empty chorus fades]
