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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Uhhhhhh (it's Tha Liks)
Uh (it's Tha Liks)
I'm just gonna relax on this track
A one two and a
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out (you don't stop)
Let it all out, let it all out (you don't stop, let it out)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out (do the wop, let it out)
Let it all out (hip hop, what)
Anything you can do I can 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, let me run one
Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I even rocked the mic for seven days for Toni Braxton
It's Tha Liks, rockin like the six point six
So while I be scoopin bitches you rush to Skin Flicks
For reals, I gots more skills than the occupation center
I got your girl cookin my dinner
Action, lights and cameras ain't needed
Indeed it's the nigga that be gettin rappers heated
I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than the Mole
My rhyme is so hot you gots to stop drop and roll
I used to wear Ellesse's, I ate police to pieces
Oh Jesus, my style is slick like pork greases
And now I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (let it out)
I get in 'em when I send 'em the Alkaholik venom
I'll fold your clothes with your body still in 'em
The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
The only way you'll take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape J-Ro the man
A nigga who stays in the old school ways
And just like sun rays, I can make your days
We got more soul than James Brown in platform Adidas
Tha Likwit crew, we comin new like a fetus
So run tell your granny, your pops, and your girl
Niggas like me gon' rule the world
So all aboard the J-Ro train to Funkytown
Express from the West so it's best that I clown
I bust the Guinness Stout South 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
You was dancin with the cordless now you can't get busy with it
With the vintage Old Gold gettin dusty in the cellar
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostetler
So yo, what you got? Cause god damn it's hot
It's the rough rhymin ouncer up in your nice spot
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme
I'll lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find
On BET, but yo, it don't take a secret psychic
Cause even in the future I'mma freak it when I mic it
And now I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (let it all out)
I can't hold it in, my friend Tha 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'll just spoil it
I'll be urlin on your rug I won't make it to the toilet
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 Kangols was the shit
Yo, I can't hold it in, it's like the smoke from the reefer
I called this girl a bitch and now she think she Queen Latifah
But the rough man, tough man, wins the conversate
Cause all she'll ever be to me is just a bitch from out of state
I can't hold it in, I get fly from the get-go
My rhymes will hit you high my man Tash'll come and hit low
I get so lifted like three clones of Moses Malone
Standin on the top of two Tall Jones
I can't hold it in cause I just can't bear it
I'm sick of all the wack niggas gettin all the merit
So slow down the mic gets slippy when it's wet
I see a gang of spittin ain't heard nuttin fresh yet
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve it)
Yo whassup it's Tha Alkaholik crew for ninety-fo'
Once again we step in the front door
I can't, can't, hold it in, I got to
Let it all out (relieve yourself)
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (c'mon and relieve it)
I can't, can't, hold it in, I got to
Let it all out (relieve it)
People, Alkaholiks is in this motherfucker for ninety-fo'
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 Alkaholik party
And at a Alkaholik party
Somebody gots to get wet
It ain't a East coast or West coast thing
Cause we all in this shit together
I know I'm soundin like
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