Daam! (Swift Remix)

Intro: J-Ro

There go the bathroom right there [Just could I have one]

Yo, get this party started [two maybe two drinks sometime

when I got ta holla now] Ay, ay yo E-Swift

[one two] It's the Alkaholik funk

One two, ah one two, yeah

Yeah, ah one two, ah one two

Verse One: J-Ro

Ooh, we got to clown, E-Swift get the rockets

Niggaz step back I'm pullin rhymes out my pockets

I'm drop bombs like my man Joe Lewis

So all you can do is, be the black and bluest

This ain't Monopoly the Liks will never get the boot

I got the kind of rhymes to make a fly girl group

Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Roberto Clemente

Ooh, my style is muy calient

I bail through Hell and won't bust a sweat

I walk through a rainstorm and still won't get wet

So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason

To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season

I bust through lines like Jerome Meadis

We're fresh as lettuce, the front row gets the wettest

You talk about a party, then I flex

I'm walkin out the R-E in my X

Chorus 2X: J-Ro

The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say [Daaam!]

The Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!]

The Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say [Daaam!]

Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say [Daaam!]

Interlude 2X: group

We are the Alkaholiks

We be rockin from coast to coast

And when it comes to fresh beats and rhymes

You know who got the most

Verse Two: Tash

While he sound like he do I keep to my own

With the liquid-ass lyrics that y'all niggaz get a tone

Though I'm known in every zone for my styleof entertaining

I spray you with my beer and make you niggaz think it's raining

The liquidator with the hardcore demanor

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 son not to pull that gun

Cause I'll be on him like a cheetah with no time to run

Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz MaltLiquor

Hittin up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker

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 twenty-one and older

That's what your momma with my picture tattooes 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 2X: Tash (beats, freaks, flows, hoes)

Verse Three: J-Ro

I've been told that my style is so cold it make you cough

The Liks baby in the house about to go the fuck off

I used to have a curl but I cut my locks real low

Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow

Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took

A fresh-ass hook out my notebook

Rap is fantastic, I love this game

But I could name a hundred MC's who all sound the same

I drop back to throw my flow, but you missed it

You biscuit eatin baboon rapper misfit

Aww ishh, let me make a wish

I wish white supremacist racist turn to fish

So I could hook em at the lake, break out the Shake N Bake

Grub like I used ta, pass the Red Rooster

I walk down the street niggaz be like, "Yo!

That's the nigga from the video"

Like a free-falling elevator I'ma fuck you up

It's the Ro, with the, drunk funk flow

I hate to boast but I'm the host with the most

And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my hoes from coast to coast

[empty chorus fades]