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