Uh!  Uhhh, uh!  It's gonna be that, it's fat  Ah one-two and a  I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (ya don't stop)  Let it all out, let it all out (ya don't stop)  I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (do the wop)  Let it all out (hip-hop, what?)    [Tash]    Anything you could do I could do fresher  When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure  Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun  I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one  Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him  I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxtion  It's the Liks, rockin like a six point six  So while I be scoopin bitches you rush the skin flicks    [J-Ro]    For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center  I got your girl cookin my dinner  Action, lights and cameras ain't needed  Oh jeezus, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated  I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole  My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll  I used to wear Releases, I hate police to pieces  Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases    Chorus:    And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out  Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)  And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out  Let it all out (relieve yourself)    And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out  Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)  And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out  Let it all out    [J-Ro]    I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom  I fold your clothes with your body still in em  The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott  The only way you take my spot is with a shot  I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand  That they can't sway J-Ro the man  A nigga who stays, in the old school ways  And just like Subways, I can make your days  We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas  The Likwit crew, we comin new like a fetus  So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl  Niggaz like me gonna rule the world  So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown  Express from the West so it's best that I clown    [Tash]    I bust the Guinness styles out on down to Beck's brew  I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold mics like Donahue  Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was Too Legit to Quit it  Dancin with toilets now you can't get busy with it  WIth the vintage Olde Gold gettin dusty in the cellar  I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler  So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it's hot  It's the rough rhyme announcer up in your night spot  So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme  I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find  Call me E.T., but yo, it don't take a secret psychic  Cause even in the future I'ma freak it when I mic it    Chorus    [J-Ro]    I can't hold it in my friend the Liks get the most clout  We be scorin points like Michael Irvin on the post route  Don't bring me to the party, because I just spoil it  I be earlin on your rug I won't make it to the toilet    [E-Swift]    I can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind  I usually crack a brew when it's time to rhyme  Bust my flows for my homies and I'm proud to admit  I was rockin beats when Kangol's was the shit    [Tash]    AIyyo, I can't hold it in it's like the smoke from the reefer  I called this girl a bitch now she thinks she Queen Latifah  But the roughneck toughneck waits to conversate  Cause all she'll ever be to me is just a bitch from out of state    [J-Ro}    I can't hold it in I get fly from the get go  My rhymes'll hit you high my man Tash will come and get low  I get so, lifted like three clones of Moses Malone  Standin on the top of Too Tall Jones    [E-Swift]    I can't hold it in cause I just can't bear it  I'm sick of all these wack niggaz gettin all the merit  So slow down the mic it's slippery when it's wet  I see a gang of spit and ain't hear nothin fresh yet    Chorus    Yo what's up it's Tha Alkaholiks for ninety-four  I can't can't hold it in I got ta let it all out  Well let me tell y'all motherfuckers  Alkaholiks is in this motherfucker for ninety-four, and we ain't goin  nowhere, so just sit your ass down, and relieve it  Yo let me tell y'all motherfuckers one thing before I jet out nigga  It's a Alkaholiks party, and at an Alkaholik party, somebody got to...