Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tha Alkaholiks
Tha Alkaholiks
Performer
Les July
Les July
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Brooks
Eric Brooks
Composer
James Robinson
James Robinson
Composer
Ricardo Smith
Ricardo Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E-Swift
E-Swift
Producer
Bob Morse
Bob Morse
Mixing Engineer
Steve "Fred 40 To Tha Head" Fredrickson
Steve "Fred 40 To Tha Head" Fredrickson
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Alkaholiks got the beats 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!)
Every time I make a jam, make you wanna say (Daaam!)
[Verse 2]
E-Swift test the rocket launcher
Let's blow up the spot, show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot
I'm the brown bomber, droppin' verbal SCUD's
I write rhymes while my mama peel the skin off the spuds
This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump
So make room for the crew with beats that hump
Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
I'm playin' for the A's, OG was right 'cause rhyme pays
I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet
I was bailin' through hell, I didn't even bust a sweat
So you must have a loco-motive, 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 more styles than the miles to the sun
Ninety-three killion, five-thousand flows
And here's one more for the hoes
[Verse 3]
Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Every time I make a jam, make you wanna say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Every time I make a jam, make you wanna say (Daaam!)
[Verse 4]
Yeah, Alkaholiks for '94
Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot
Check it out, yeah
Like that
Xzibit all in your grill
That's that **** Xzibit, yeah
'Cause in '94
It's all about the flows, the hoes, and the forty-oh's, ****
[Verse 5]
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 '94 to them, I pour my **** that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
The liquidator with the hardcore demeanor
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 on the boulder on the twenty-one and older
It's with your mama with my picture tattooed on her shoulder
So rap artists, get ready to rumble
'Cause I got lyrics up my sleep 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
[Verse 6]
Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
[Verse 7]
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, Willowbrook, even shook when I took
A fresh ass hook out my notebook
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, aw, shit, let me make a wish
I wish all the punk emcees turned 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 feet prints
In the concrete 'cause I'm fat meanin' I'm so complete
Like a freak on a elevator, I'ma fuck you up
It's the Ro, with the inebriated flow
I hate to boast, but I'm the host with most
And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my peoples from coast-to-coast
[Verse 8]
It's like that (Daaam!)
It's like, uh, it's like that (Daaam!)
It's like, uh, it's like that (Daaam!)
It's like, uh, it's like that (Daaam!)
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 **** King Tee, you don't stop (Daaam!)
To my **** Diamond D, you don't stop (Daaam!)
To my **** DJ Pooh, you don't stop (Daaam!)
To my **** J-Ro, you don't stop (Daaam!)
To that **** E-Swift, you don't stop
To that **** D Pimp, you don't stop
To my **** all across the board
This is how it go and I won't leave you sore (Daaam!)
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, I liquidate
The whole set up, your whole damn crew'll get wet up
Written by: Eric Brooks, Gilbert Joseph Karson, James Robinson, Ricardo Smith
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