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] It'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 I'm pullin rhymes out my pockets   I'm drop bombs like my man Joe Lewis   So all you can do is, be the black and bluest   This ain't Monopoly the Liks will never get the boot   I got the kind of rhymes to make a fly girl group   Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Roberto Clemente   Ooh, my style is muy calient   I bail through Hell and won't bust a sweat   I walk through a rainstorm and still won't get wet   So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason   To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season   I bust through lines like Jerome Meadis   We're fresh as lettuce, the front row gets the wettest   You talk about a party, then I flex   I'm walkin out the R-E in my X      Chorus 2X: J-Ro      The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say [Daaam!]   The Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!]   The Alkaholiks got rhymes that'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 y'all niggaz get a tone   Though I'm known in every zone for my styleof entertaining   I spray you with my beer and make you niggaz think it's raining   The liquidator with the hardcore demanor   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 son not to pull that gun   Cause I'll be on him like a cheetah with no time to run   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   While I be droppin shit that make you say      Chorus 2X: Tash (beats, freaks, flows, hoes)      Verse Three: J-Ro      I'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 MC'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, "Yo!   That's the nigga from the video"   Like a free-falling elevator I'ma fuck you up   It's the Ro, with the, drunk funk flow   I hate to boast but I'm the host with the most   And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my hoes from coast to coast      [empty chorus fades]