Tha Alkaholiks - Relieve Yourself lyrics

[Hook/Intro] I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out Let it all out, let it all out And now I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out Let it all out [Tash] Anything you could do I could do fresher When I'm on the microphone I rock the sh** 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 Braxton It's the, Liks, rockin' like a six point six So while I be scoopin' b**hes you rush the skin flicks [J-Ro] For reals, I gots more sk**s than an occupation center I got your girl cookin' my dinner Action, lights and cameras ain't needed A genius, the n***a 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 Jesus, my style is slick like pork greases [Hook] And now I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself) And now I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out Let it all out (relieve yourself) And now I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself) And now I can't hold 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 scrape J-Ro the man A n***a who stays, in the old school ways And just like sun rays, I can make your days We got more soul than James Brown in platform Adidas The Likwit crew, comin new like a fetus So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl n***as 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 Stouts 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 the cordless, now you can't get busy with it With the vintage Olde Gold gettin' dusty in the cellar I throw my sh** deeper than Jeff Hostetler 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'll lose you like that j**elry that that b**h can't find On BET, and yo it'll take a secret psychic Cause even in the future I'mma freak it when I mic it [Hook] [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 Kangols was the sh** [Tash] Yo! I can't hold it in, it's like the smoke from the reefer I called this girl a b**h and now she thinks she Queen Latifah But the roughneck, toughneck waits to conversate Cause all she'll ever be to me is just a b**h 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 n***as 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 [Hook]