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