King Tee:
I'm the man that'll bust dat a**, I'm the man that'll bust dat a**
J-Ro:
Naw, I'm the man that'll bust dat a**, I'm the man that'll bust dat a**
(say what?!)
E-Swift:
Naw n***a, I'm the man that'll bust dat a**, I'm the man that'll bust dat
Ass
Hook:
I'm the man that'll bust dat a**, I'm that man that'll bust dat a**
King Tee talking:
Yo check this out. This is Tha Alkaholik crew. E-Swift didn't they say it
Couldn't be done? They said King Tee couldn't bring out the Alkaholik crew
(but we doin' it). Yo, it's the fresh sh**. The dope sh** for 1993. Tha
Alkaholik crew. I'm gonna bust out like this, here we go, come on
King Tee:
Now bust it, I'm a try to freak it with the drums
Alkaholik funk, ba** for the trunk
And I'm kinda crazy, stupid and hey I can do the nasty and drink like a
Sailor
I'm real smooth, free from germs
Even walk away when my homie smokin' sherm
Cause this is how I kick it, hoes got to lick it
It's Tha Alkaholiks and J-Ro is wicked
E-Swifts mad, cause he Got It Bad
King Tees phat and I sport a blue rag
For the little whips and the honey dips
It's gang truece so I put away the clips
Baby baby baby I might flip
Got to get it on, let my backbone slip
If I fall back then give me some gas
If you try to play me I'll bust dat a**
Hook (x4)
J-Ro:
Put the mic down clown, you can't get down
Jump around stage like your name was Charlie Brown
When the kid is played out your rap record is finished
Deminish, you couldn't come strong if you ate a gang of spinish
Popeye, you could never drop by, you can never stop by
Cause you can never top I
I got to hold back now I'm out before your turf
Because I want it all like the n***a Greedy Smurf
It's time to scoop the wack up, E-Swift bring the track up (alright)
Punk you better pack up, cause the unit got my back up
You're a mic stand, got a steady woman
But I been in more sheets than the Klu Klux Klan
I'm the J to the Ro, and I want to make it clear
That you're rappin' like a queer so why don't you get on out of here
With the alley cat coat wearin' Hush Puppy shoes
? seen you with (punk you ain't sh**!)
King Tee and the Liks blowin' up like gas
I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over
I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over
I bend your rhyme over, then I bust dat a**
Hook (x4)
Talking:
Tha Alkaholiks, Tha Alkaholiks, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, Tha Alkaholiks
Straight for 93. Rippin' sh** up. Tha Alkaholik , now you join E-Swift
Hook
E-Swift:
I fiend to get busy like a bee, check 1,2,3!
E-Swift and Tha Alkaholik crew with King Tee (baby)
Bangin' n***as out the box, drink my scotch on the rocks
And I'm makin' more hits than the motherf**in' cops
I'm kickin' lines like Tyson kickin' a**
n***as can't laugh, I put your neck in a cast (whoa)
Yes, I"m the man with the sk**s to talk sh**
And I'm back by the crew that none of y'all can get with
So back to the lab to fix your demo
Or get played like Sega or Nintendo
Simple as that, give me a beat that's phat
And watch a n***a jump on a motherf**er like cheese and a rat
It's strickly, dirty underground a** funk
That's busting out the weak 15's in your trunk
So don't be scared, be prepared when it hits
Cos' the average motherf**er can't hang with the Liks
Hook (x4)