Tha Alkaholiks - Daaam! lyrics

Intro Chorus: J-Ro

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

Alkaholiks got the freestyle to make you say [Daaam!]

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

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

Verse One: J-Ro

E-Swift test the rockey launcher, let's blow up the spot

Show em what we got for the ninety-flow shot

I'm the, brown bomber droppin verbal scuds

I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds

This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump

So make room, for the crew with beats the jump

Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays

I'm playin for the A's, O.G. was right cause Rhyme Pays

I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet

I was bailing through Hell I didn't even bust a sweat

So you must have a locomotive, 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 mo' styles than the miles to the sun

Ninety-three million, five thousand flows

And here's one more for the hoes

Chorus 2X: J-Ro (beats, freaks, rhymes, jam)

Interlude: Xzibit

Repeat 8X: [liks liks liks baby, liks liks liks baby]

Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'

Makin more dutch than Ross Perot

Check it out, yeah

Like that, Xzibit all in your grill

Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah

Cause in ninety-four

It's all about the flowws, the hoes

and the forty-o's, nigga!

Verse Two: Xzibit

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 ninety-four to them I put my niggaz that remember

means I'm steppin to the mic with lyrics colder than December

[Brrrr!] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's

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 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 your nose run and 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 spin on the pillow

Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took

A fresh-ass hook out my notebook

Dan-na-dah, dan-na-dah *ESPN theme* 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, aww shit, let me make a wish

I wish all the punk 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 streets I leave my feetprints

in the concrete, cause I'm fat meaning, I'm so complete

Like a freak on an elevator I'ma fuck you up

It's the Ro, with the, inebiriated flow

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

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

Outro: Xzibit, Tash

It's like that [Daaam!]

It's like this uh, it's like that [Daaam!]

It's like this uh, it's like that [Daaam!]

Well it's like this uh, it's like that [Daaam!]

Like that, word up, Alkaholiks [Daaam!]

X to the Z Xzibit [Daaam!]

in the motherfuckin place, yeah [Daaam!]

Let me shout it out once, once, once [Daaam!]

To my nigga King Tee you don't stop

To my nigga Diamond D you don't stop

TO my nigga DJ Pooh you don't stop

To my nigga J-Ro you don't stop

To that nigga E-Swift you don't stop

To that nigga D Pimp you don't stop

TO my nigga, all, across the board

This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore

Uh, the freestyle flow dicks

Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin Liks

Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated

Rico's in the house yes yes my niggaz made

the whole set up, your whole damn crew'll get wet up

Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up

Yes, the freestyle flow on and on