Featuring Tha Alkaholiks]

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

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