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I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Nah, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass (say what?)
Nah, nigga, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Yo, yo, yo, yo, but check this out
This the Alkaholik crew
Yo, E-Swift, didn't they say it couldn't be done?
They said King Tee couldn't bring out the Alkaholik crew
Yo, it's the fresh shit
The dope shit for 1993, know what I'm sayin?
The Alkaholik crew, but I'ma bust like this
Here we go, come on
Now bust it, I'ma try to freak it with the drunks
Alkaholik funk, bass for the trunk
And I'm kinda crazy, stupid, and hay up
I can do the nasty and drink like a sailor
I'm real smooth, free from germs
Even walk away with my homies smokin sherms
Cause this is how I kick it, hoes gotta lick it
It's the Alkaholiks and J-Ro's wicked
E-Swift's mad, cause he got it bad
King Tee's fat and I sport a blue rag
For the little rips, and the honey dips
It's a gang too so I put away the clips
Baby, baby, baby, I might flip
Gotta get it on, let my backbone slip
If I fall back then give me some gas
If you try to play me I'll bust dat ass
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I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Haha, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Put the mic down, clown, you can't get down
Jump around stage like your name is Charlie Brown
When that shit is played out your rap rap is finished
Diminished, you couldn't come strong if you ate a gang of spinach
Popeye, you can never drop I
You can never stop I, cause you can never top I
I jacked the whole pack and now I'm mobbin for your turf
Because I want it all like the nigga Greedy Smurf
It's time to scoop the wack up, E-Swift bring the track up
Butch, you better pack up cause the Unit got my back up
Unit mic stand, got a steady woman
But I been in more sheets than the Ku Klux Klan
I'm the J to the Ro, and I wanna make it clear
That you rapping like a queer so won't you get on out of here
With the alley cat, coat wearing, hush puppy shoe wearing
Crumb cake, casino whip, punk you ain't shit
King Tee and Tha Liks blowing up like gas
I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over
I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over
I bend your rhyme over and I bust dat ass
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I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Say what? I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Yeah, Tha Alkaholiks
The motherfuckin Alkaholiks
Tha Alkaholiks
Straight from '93, rippin shit up
Tha Alkaholiks
Are you drunk E-Swift? Are you drunk?
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I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Haha, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I finna get busy like a bee, check 1-2-3
E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew and King Tee
Rockin niggas out the box, drink my scotch on the rocks
And I'm making mo' hits than the motherfuckin flashcards
I'm kicking rhymes like Tyson kicking ass
Niggas can't last, I put your neck in a cast
Yes, I'm the man with the skills to talk shit
And I'm backed by the crew that none of y'all can get with
So back to the lab to fix your demo
Or get played like Sega or Nintendo
Simple as that, give me a beat that's fat
And watch your niggas jump on the motherfucker like cheese and a rat
It's strictly underground dirty ass funk that's
Busting out the weak 15's in your trunk
So don't be scared, be prepared when it hits
Cause the average motherfucker can't hang with Tha Liks
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I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Hold up, hold up, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Haha, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Motherfucker, and I'm out
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