Daaam Lyrics

Daaam 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