J-Ro:
 Yo, I'm from Killa Cali
 I wrote this rhyme in an alley
 The tall can MC stepping fresh out the valley
 I'm hella fresh comin straight through your chest
 I blow a hole in you soul, I'm constantly on a roll
 Cuz in order to survive, you gots to have drive
 Like a rental, but I'ma call you Ben cuz you gentle
 My crew's blowin up like a Pinto
 Hip hop's gettin rotten but we stay fresh like a Mento
 So put it in your mouth
 We gonna show you what this rap shit is really all about
 We gonna turn this bitch out like Goldie
 This cut will still bump when it's an oldie
 And if we still ain't sold platinum or gold
 That'll be the bigges lie you ever told me, hold me...back
 Black, I snack on the wack and wash it down with a fifth of Yak
 It's like that and that's the way it is
 You can ask his to stay out my biz
 Girl, I'm off the hook, plug me into your adaptor
 I'm sending wack rhymes to the rafters
 Turn up your skill factor, you bitin rhymes like a Raptor
 You thought we was through but this is still the first chapter
 Before I go, can I get an "Ooh Ooh!"
 It's J-Ro, baby, from the Likwit Crew
 Chorus: repeat 8X
 Funny style
 King Tee:
 Now watch me run amuck
 And gun em up with the shit
 Rebel rhymin from Tha Liks
 Alkaholistics all true with no tricks
 The infrared pointed at they lips
 And man they don't speak, they keep the conversation petite
 They shit is weak, I'm concrete like the beat
 Bust that ass, super nigga jeep class
 Me last in the game, no problem
 Sit and drink a fifth with my nigga James Robinson
 Check your alcoholic pulse while its throbbing
 The Likwit Squad, the entourage
 Get exquisite, get addicted, get Xzibit
 Fellas wanna test King Tipsy but its risky
 He probably slap a nigga in his mouth like a bitch. G
 So kick rocks and step back by the mile
 Them sober niggaz act funny style
 Chorus: repeat to fade