Tha Alkaholiks - Daaam! (Swift mix instrumental) 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 s**er 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 n***a Xzibit, yeah Cause in ninety-four It's all about the flowws, the hoes And the forty-o's, n***a! Verse Two: Xzibit Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Ba** I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin beer in your face So the ninety-four to them I put my n***as 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 k** 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 sh** was faker than a scam While I be droppin sh** 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 sh** real low Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took A fresh-a** 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 sh**, 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 pa** 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 f** 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 motherf**in place, yeah (Daaam!) Let me shout it out once, once, once (Daaam!) To my n***a King Tee you don't stop To my n***a Diamond D you don't stop TO my n***a DJ Pooh you don't stop To my n***a J-Ro you don't stop To that n***a E-Swift you don't stop To that n***a D Pimp you don't stop TO my n***a, 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 f**in Liks Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated Rico's in the house yes yes my n***as 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...