Make Room Rock - Tha Alkaholiks

I knock em knock em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts

I’m a togger not a fogger step on hunts and don’t do stunts

I got SOUL POWER never took a cold shower

Never had a girlfriend the color of cooking flour

You can call me sleazy cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy

Some brothers wear curls, cuz it ain’t easy being peasy

Like a Kung-Fu flick, I stick you in the dick, with my toothpick

Tell em Rick («You hit them harder than a fuckin brick»)

I like clothes and hoes but like em better in the sheets

I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets]

Amazing feets move, they happen everyday

When the Ro to the J bring his ass out to play

I weight one-eighty but I’m, fat

I ki-uh-kick up dust when I bust like a cap

Tha Alkaholik crew, and what we’re here to do

Is rock a show, knock a ho, and crack another brew

Make room, for the crew with beats that thump Tunes hittin hard enough to ditch

your trunk

It’s the Liks baby, it’s the Liks Two: Tash

The super, duper, gets it poppin with the quickness

King Tee and the Alkies straight gettin down to business

It’s all about the Liks cause we’re heavy on the kicks

But we’re easy on the treble (adjust my mic level)

So fools can here me mic checkin all the way in China

The skills you can’t front on, Tha Alkaholik rhymer

Could rip a show up to' up so I always flex my talents

but my words don’t be slurrin, I never lose my balance

But that’s cause I’m slick tossin bottles like a discus

The Liks could rock a party from Halloween to Christmas

That’s why I’m screamin on MC’s like I’m Onyx

I’m hooked on gin and tonics like your momma’s Hooked on Phonics

So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew

Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew

When we’re steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew

Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew

Three: J-Ro

First you gotta have respect, money comes next

After you get THOSE, come the hos and the sex

Girl you keep askin bout the niggaz in my crew

Yeah I’m down with Pooh, but what’s up with me and you

Cause I don’t give a fuck whose your cousin who could fuck

Cause I just wanna fuck, damn I wanna fuck

So unlock the gate and MAKE ROOM for the heavyweight rapper

The slim light skinned coochie slapper

Pull over to the side so I can roll up the indo

Got the bitch head bumpin on the front window

Wham, bam, I spanked you ma’am

I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb

I blow into the mic when I check it

Had hoes gettin naked way before I made a record

I smoked a gang of liquor, I drink a gang of boom

Like Ted, I gotta zoom zoom so make room

Tash, J-Ro

Ah yeah, ah yeah, Tha Alkaholiks

Yo, before we bail

We gotta give a shout out to the crew that gets the party poppin

Tha Alkaholik crew

Old English

is in the house, and uhh

What about Mickey’s?

is in the house, and uhh

St. Ide’s

is in the house, and uhh

Crazy Horse

is in the house, and uhh

Genuine Draft

is in the house, and uhh

What about Red Bull

is in the house, and uhh

Colt .45

is in the house, and uhh

King Cobra ain’t in the house, and uhh