Verse one: j-ro
I knock em knock em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts
Iand'm a togger not a fogger step on hunts and donand'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 ainand't easy being peasy
Like a kung-fu flick, i stick you in the dick, with my toothpick
Tell em rick (andquot;you hit them harder than a fuckin brickandquot;)
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 iand'm, fat
I ki-uh-kick up dust when i bust like a cap
Tha alkaholik crew, and what weand'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
Itand's the liks baby, itand'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
Itand's all about the liks cause weand're heavy on the kicks
But weand're easy on the treble (adjust my mic level)
So fools can here me mic checkin all the way in china
The skills you canand't front on, tha alkaholik rhymer
Could rip a show up toand' up so i always flex my talents
But my words donand't be slurrin, i never lose my balance
But thatand's cause iand'm slick tossin bottles like a discus
The liks could rock a party from halloween to christmas
Thatand's why iand'm screamin on mcand's like iand'm onyx
Iand'm hooked on gin and tonics like your mommaand's hooked on phonics
So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
Niggaz better make way for the alkaholik crew
When weand're steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
Niggaz 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 sex
Girl you keep askin bout the niggaz in my crew
Yeah iand'm down with pooh, but whatand's up with me and you
Cause i donand't give a fuck whose your cousin who could fuck
Cause i just wanna fuck, damn i wanna fuck
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 bitch head bumpin on the front window
Wham, bam, i spanked you maand'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 mickeyand's? is in the house, and uhh
St. ideand'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 ainand't in the house, and uhh
*bottle smashes*
