[Featuring Xzibit] Intro Chorus: J-Ro Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!] Alkaholiks got the freestyle to make you say [Daaam!] Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say [Daaam!] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say [Daaam!] Verse One: J-Ro E-Swift test the rockey launcher, let's blow up the spot Show em what we got for the ninety-flow shot I'm the, brown bomber droppin verbal scuds I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump So make room, for the crew with beats the jump Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays I'm playin for the A's, O.G. was right cause Rhyme Pays I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet I was bailing through Hell I didn't even bust a sweat So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season Bring it on young one, so you can get done I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun Ninety-three million, five thousand flows And here's one more for the hoes Chorus 2X: J-Ro (beats, freaks, rhymes, jam) Interlude: Xzibit Repeat 8X: [liks liks liks baby, liks liks liks baby] Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo' Makin more dutch than Ross Perot Check it out, yeah Like that, Xzibit all in your grill Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah Cause in ninety-four It's all about the flowws, the hoes And the forty-o's, nigga! Verse Two: Xzibit Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin beer in your face So the ninety-four to them I put my niggaz that remember Means I'm steppin to the mic with lyrics colder than December [Brrrr!] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's 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 chief not to start no beef He tried to shoot me with his gun I caught the bullet with my teeth 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
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