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 dick, with my toothpick
Tell em Rick ("You hit them harder than a fuckin 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
Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew
When we're steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew
Chorus
Verse Three: J-Ro
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