Intro:



That's the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction

The remix version for all the brothers out there

that got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out



[Tash]



ANything you could do I could do fresher

WHen I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure

Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun

I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one

Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him

I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxtion

It's the, Liks, rockin like a six point six

So while I be scoopin bitches you rush the porno flicks



[J-Ro]



For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center

I got your hoe cookin my dinner

Action, lights and cameras ain't needed

Indeed it's, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated

I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole

My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll

All the Liks releases, become masterpieces

Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases



Chorus:



And I can't holt it in [I can't hold it in]

I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]

They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]

I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]



They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]

I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]

They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]

I gotta, I gotta let it all out



[J-Ro]



I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom

I fold your clothes with your body still in em

The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott

The only way you take my spot is with a shot

I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand

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