Alkaholiks Daam Lyrics

Daam 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 sucker 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 nigga Xzibit, yeah

 Cause in ninety-four

 It's all about the flowws, the hoes

 and the forty-o's, nigga!

 

 Verse Two: Xzibit

 

 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 ninety-four to them I put my niggaz 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 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 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 shit was faker than a scam

 While I be droppin shit 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 shit real low

 Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow

 Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took

 A fresh-ass 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 shit, 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 pass 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin place, yeah [Daaam!]

 

 Let me shout it out once, once, once [Daaam!]

 To my nigga King Tee you don't stop

 To my nigga Diamond D you don't stop

 TO my nigga DJ Pooh you don't stop

 To my nigga J-Ro you don't stop

 To that nigga E-Swift you don't stop

 To that nigga D Pimp you don't stop

 TO my nigga, 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 fuckin Liks

 Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated

 Rico's in the house yes yes my niggaz 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...