Uh!

Uhhh, uh!

It's gonna be that, it's fat

Ah one-two and a

I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (ya don't stop)

Let it all out, let it all out (ya don't stop)

I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (do the wop)

Let it all out (hip-hop, what?)



[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 skin flicks



[J-Ro]



For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center

I got your girl cookin my dinner

Action, lights and cameras ain't needed

Oh jeezus, 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

I used to wear Releases, I hate police to pieces

Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases



Chorus:



And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out

Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)

And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out

Let it all out (relieve yourself)



And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out

Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)

And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out

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