Daaam lyrics

[Featuring Xzibit]
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
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