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    First you gotta have respect, money comes next  After you get THOSE, come the hoes and the sex  Girl you keep askin bout the niggaz in my crew  Yeah I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me and you  Cause I don't give a fuck whose your cousin who could fuck  Cause I just wanna fuck, damn I wanna fuck  So unlock the gate and MAKE ROOM for the heavyweight rapper  The slim light skinned coochie slapper  Pull over to the side so I can roll up the indo  Got the bitch head bumpin on the front window  Wham, bam, I spanked you ma'am  I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb  I blow into the mic when I check it  Had hoes gettin naked way before I made a record  I smoked a gang of liquor, I drink a gang of boom  Like Ted, I gotta zoom zoom so make room    Chorus    Outro: Tash, J-Ro    Ah yeah, ah yeah, Tha Alkaholiks  Yo, before we bail  We gotta give a shout out to the crew that gets the party poppin  Tha Alkaholik crew    Old Englishis in the house, and uhh  What about Mickey's?is in the house, and uhh  St. Ide'sis in the house, and uhh  Crazy Horseis in the house, and uhh  Genuine Draftis in the house, and uhh  What about Red Bullis in the house, and uhh  Colt .45is in the house, and uhh  King Cobraain't in the house, and uhh  *bottle smashes*