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