Intro:
 To Japan they love the sound. Ha whoa. We made it. What's up J Ro?
 (Aw I'm faded). Ah ha "check it out ch'all" (Likwitadaded crew).
 What's up pour me some of that shit nigga.
 Giving big shouts outs to my man. Gettin' rid of all wack MCs.
 Tellin' 'em where we rock from.
 Yo E Swift break it down like this.
 E Swift:
 All the way from the promise land to Japan
 They love the sound of the Alkaholik band
 International like interet you can bet
 We'll be comin' through your town to get your crowd wet
 I'm like the horror thrilla Godzilla
 When I attack the crowd goes crazy doesn't know how to react
 It couldn't be coincidental
 That every time we grab the microphone we crush the intramental
 You don't want to feel the pressure so be cautious
 I got the fatal Alkaholik shit to get you nauseous
 Simple and plain from Europe to Spain
 I'm like a bad knee sprain and you can't take the pain
 Tash:
 From where the Brooklyn Bridge cross to where the gang throw signs
 We blow minds and different kinds niggas love these rhymes
 Cause they be movin' like the dope cops downtown San Fransico
 From the herion to the coke to the antfedimine crystal
 So you know my shit official you better hope we don't clash
 Tash will have your fiance' with her titties on the glass
 Like a drug store mix representin' with the style
 Throwin' up the "W" for all my peeps in Killa Cal
 Cause that's where I chill on a day to day basis
 While my homies sit in jail tryin' to beat they dope cases
 So let's blow one for them while I hem up the world
 If y'all niggas got the fourties Rico got the hooooo
 Hook:
 I was put here to spawn so my name would live on
 And rock the mic till dawn and puff on a chron
 To all my people it's really on
 Wake up it's time to make a million (x2)
 J-Ro:
 Well I'm the fabulous can smashin' party crashin'
 I eat MC's like a radish
 Trashin' the stage with E-Swift and Tash and
 The Likwit Crew loves hip hop with a passion
 I'm mashin' meaning when I drive
 The needle on my Chevy says 95
 The Liks will keep it live no matter what you tell us
 If you try to serve me I'll stab you in the neck like Monica Seles
 Well it's the eternally fresh rock the spot somethin' awful
 Individual rapper with the jawful
 Of brain rhymin' uncommon I'm too tall for you to fuck with
 Chill before you catch the blue balls
 I'm makin' legal money while your's is lookin' kinda funny
 My rap is solid while your shit is comin' out runny
 Oh my I'm X-rated like Goldfly
 I wrap the mic cord around your neck like the bow tie
 I smoked Simon now it's "J-Ro Says"
 I make your feet move like Nike Cortez
 I sparkle from Arkal all the way to Sonoko
 All the punks run cause they all poyo loco
 Hook
 Outro:
 That's right make them yapes, drink them grapes. And it's all not bad.
 Go
 ask your dad. I got shit you never had