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...