Verse One: E-Swift      I stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it   I'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two   Stepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit   Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it   Check the mic, it sounds tight so   I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo   The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy   We dropped the microphone than we Swayze      Verse Two: J-Ro      Oooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth   My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate   My name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin   I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin   Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school   You never shoulda left in the first place fool   Now everybody wants to be a prophet   But I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it   You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it   So gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it   If rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top   Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop   Dagnabit, I got a bad habit   It don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it   So niggaz step back before you get lit   I'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit      Chorus: repeat 2X      You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing   You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit      Verse Three: J-Ro      I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana   I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma   I never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero   from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes   (Up up up and away, J-Ro!!)   I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes   I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous   My number one football team is Dallas   Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than   Your grandpops is my number one fan   You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol   You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here   I'm more gifted than Christmas morning   I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning   Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt   Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want   [Yo whassup J?] Man I quit selling weed   [No I need a funky break] Well I got what you need      Chorus      Verse Four: J-Ro      You hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great   The crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it!   Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same   They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game   They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit   That's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit   So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles   The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows   I wanna say whassup to the ladies   I gotsta say whassup to the ladies   From the Atlantic, to the Pacific   I gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific   I'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols   Ohh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls   MC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight   I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate   In LA, most niggaz walk the same   Act the same, talk the same, drive the same   Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same   But this is Ro and I got my own game   I drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway   And I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway   Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex   I be housin mo niggaz than the projects      Chorus      Outro: J-Ro      Yeah, this goes out to King Tee   DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew   Yo D-Pimp for makin the track   That nigga Tash   Deadly Threat   This is J-Ro and E-Swift   Tha Alkaholiks, and it's like that