Daaam! (Rerecorded)

Lyrics

[Chorus: J-Ro] Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say [Daaam!] Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!] Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say [Daaam!] Every time I make a jam, make you wanna say [Daaam!] [Verse 1: J-Ro] E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot I'm the brown bomber dropping verbal scuds I write rhymes while my mama peel the skin off the spuds This ain't baseball, nah, Tha Liks won't slump So make room, for the crew with beats that hump I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause "Rhymе Pays" I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wеt I was bailin' through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat So you must have a loco-motive, 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 more styles than the miles to the Sun 93 million, five thousand flows And here's one more for the hoes [Chorus: J-Ro] Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say [Daaam!] Every time I make a jam, make you wanna say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say [Daaam!] Every time I make a jam, make you wanna say [Daaam!] [Interlude: Xzibit, Q-Tip sample, Tash] Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy That's that nigga Xzibit Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy 'Cause in '94 It's all about the flows, the hoes And the forty-o's, nigga Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy [Verse 2: Tash] 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 '94 dilemma for my niggas that remember Means I'm steppin' to the mic, got lyrics colder than December [Brrrr!] The likwidator with the hardcore demeanors 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 city with the Alkaholik stickers '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 21 and older With your mama with my picture tattooed 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: Tash] Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say [Daaam!] Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say [Daaam!] [Verse 3: J-Ro] I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose runny 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 spend on the pillow Watts, Willowbrook even shook when I took A fresh-ass hook out my notebook "Dan-neh-neh, dan-neh-neh" - 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, ah shit, let me make a wish I wish all the bunk 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 street I leave my feetprints in the concrete 'Cause I'm fat, meanin' I'm so complete Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up It's the Ro, with the, inebriated flow I hate to boast but I'm the host with most And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my peoples from coast to coast