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