Tha Alkaholiks

Tha Alkaholiks - Relieve Yourself lyrics

Uhhh, uh!

It's gonna be that, it's fat

Ah one-two and a

I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (ya don't stop)

Let it all out, let it all out (ya don't stop)

I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (do the wop)

Let it all out (hip-hop, what?)

[Tash]

Anything you could do I could 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 so let me run one

Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him

I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxtion

It's the Liks, rockin like a six point six

So while I be scoopin bitches you rush the skin flicks

[J-Ro]

For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center

I got your girl cookin my dinner

Action, lights and cameras ain't needed

Oh jeezus, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated

I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole

My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll

I used to wear Releases, I hate police to pieces

Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases

Chorus:

And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out

Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)

And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out

Let it all out (relieve yourself)

And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out

Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)

And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out

Let it all out

[J-Ro]

I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom

I fold your clothes with your body still in em

The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott

The only way you take my spot is with a shot

I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand

That they can't sway J-Ro the man

A nigga who stays, in the old school ways

And just like Subways, I can make your days

We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas

The Likwit crew, we comin new like a fetus

So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl

Niggaz like me gonna rule the world

So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown

Express from the West so it's best that I clown

[Tash]

I bust the Guinness styles out 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

Dancin with toilets now you can't get busy with it

WIth the vintage Olde Gold gettin dusty in the cellar

I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler

So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it's hot

It's the rough rhyme announcer up in your night spot

So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme

I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find

Call me E.T., but yo, it don't take a secret psychic

Cause even in the future I'ma freak it when I mic it

Chorus

[J-Ro]

I can't hold it in my friend the 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 just spoil it

I be earlin on your rug I won't make it to the toilet

[E-Swift]

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 Kangol's was the shit

[Tash]

AIyyo, I can't hold it in it's like the smoke from the reefer

I called this girl a bitch now she thinks she Queen Latifah

But the roughneck toughneck waits to conversate

Cause all she'll ever be to me is just a bitch from out of state

[J-Ro}

I can't hold it in I get fly from the get go

My rhymes'll hit you high my man Tash will come and get low

I get so, lifted like three clones of Moses Malone

Standin on the top of Too Tall Jones

[E-Swift]

I can't hold it in cause I just can't bear it

I'm sick of all these wack niggaz gettin all the merit

So slow down the mic it's slippery when it's wet

I see a gang of spit and ain't hear nothin fresh yet

Chorus

Yo what's up it's Tha Alkaholiks for ninety-four

I can't can't hold it in I got ta let it all out

Well let me tell y'all motherfuckers

Alkaholiks is in this motherfucker for ninety-four, 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 Alkaholiks party, and at an Alkaholik party, somebody got to

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