J-Ro - Make Room lyrics

[Verse 1: J-Ro] I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts I'm a togger not a fogger, step on runts and don't do stunts I got soul power, never took a cold shower Never had a girlfriend, the color of cooking flour You can call me sleazy 'cause my rhymes are kinda greasy Some brothers wear curls 'cause it ain't easy being peasy Like a Kung-Fu flick, I stick you in the dick with my toothpick Tell 'em Rick, You hit them harder than a f**in' brick" I like hoes in clothes but like 'em better in the sheets I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets Amazing feets move, they happen everyday When the Ro to the J, bring his a** out to play I weight one-eighty but I'm fat I ki-uh-kick up dust when I bust like a cap Tha Alkaholik crew and what we're here to do Is rock a show, knock a hoe and crack another brew [Chorus] Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Tunes hittin' hard enough to ditch your trunk It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks [Verse 2: Tash] The super, duper, gets it poppin' with the quickness King Tee and the Alkies, straight gettin' down to business It's all about the Liks 'cuz we're heavy on the kicks But we're easy on the treble, adjust my mic level So fools can here me mic checkin', all the way in China The sk**s you can't front on, Tha Alkaholik rhymer Could rip a show up, toe up so I always flex my talents But my words don't be slurrin', I never lose my balance But that's 'cuz I'm slick tossin' bottles like a discus The Liks could rock a party from Halloween to Christmas That's why I'm screamin' on MCs like I'm Onyx I'm hooked on gin and tonics like your momma's Hooked on Phonics So when we steppin' through, with the thirty-two of brew n***as better make way for the Alkaholik crew When we're steppin' through, with the thirty-two of brew n***as better make way for the Alkaholik crew [Chorus] Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Tunes hittin' hard enough to ditch your trunk It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks [Verse 3: J-Ro] First you gotta have respect, money comes next After you get those, come the hoes and the s** Girl, you keep askin' 'bout the n***as in my crew Yeah, I'm down with Pooh but what's up with me and you 'Cuz I don't give a f**, who your cousin who could f** 'Cuz I just wanna f**, damn, I wanna f** So unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper The slim light skinned coochie slapper Pull over to the side, so I can roll up the indo Got the b**h head bumpin', on the front window Wham, bam, I spanked you ma'am I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb I blow into the mic when I check it Had hoes gettin' naked, way before I made a record I smoked a gang of liquor, I drink a gang of boom Like Ted, I gotta zoom, zoom so make room [Chorus 2] Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Tunes hittin' hard enough to ditch your trunk Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Tunes hittin' hard enough to ditch your trunk [Outro] Old English is in the house and uhh What about Mickey's? Is in the house and uhh St. Ide's is in the house and uhh Crazy Horse is in the house and uhh Genuine Draft is in the house and uhh What about Red Bull? Is in the house and uhh Colt .45 is in the house and uhh King Cobra ain't in the house and uhh