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   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 your nose run and j   I make the ladies say, "Make money money!"   I used to have a curl but I cut my shit 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   Dan-na-dah, dan-na-dah *ESPN theme* I love sports   I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts   You try to tackle me you couldn't make me fall   Cause I been movin ahead since the day I learned to crawl   Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish   I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish   So I could just hook em, take em home and cook em   That's how I floss yo pass the hot sauce   When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints   in the concrete, cause I'm fat meaning, I'm so complete   Like a freak on an elevator I'ma fuck you up   It's the Ro, with the, inebiriated flow   I hate to boast but I'm the host with most   And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast      Outro: Xzibit, Tash      It's like that [Daaam!]   It's like this uh, it's like that [Daaam!]   It's like this uh, it's like that [Daaam!]   Well it's like this uh, it's like that [Daaam!]   Like that, word up, Alkaholiks [Daaam!]   X to the Z Xzibit [Daaam!]   in the motherfuckin place, yeah [Daaam!]      Let me shout it out once, once, once [Daaam!]   To my nigga King Tee you don't stop   To my nigga Diamond D you don't stop   TO my nigga DJ Pooh you don't stop   To my nigga J-Ro you don't stop   To that nigga E-Swift you don't stop   To that nigga D Pimp you don't stop   TO my nigga, all, across the board   This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore   Uh, the freestyle flow dicks   Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin Liks   Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated   Rico's in the house yes yes my niggaz made   the whole set up, your whole damn crew'll get wet up   Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up   Yes, the freestyle flow on and on...