歌曲 | Let It Out |
歌手 | Tha Alkaholiks |
专辑 | Coast II Coast |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
That they can't scrape j-ro the man | |
A nigga who stays, in the old school ways | |
And just like subways, i can make your days | |
We got more soul than james brown and platform adidas | |
The likwit crew, comin new like a fetus | |
So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl | |
Niggaz like me gonna rule the world | |
So all aboard the j-ro train to funkytown | |
Express from the west so it's best that i clown | |
[tash] | |
I bust the alehze on ice on down to beck's brew | |
I got more fame than dana dane i hold mics like donahue | |
Cause i'm committed, admit it, you was too legit to quit it | |
Dancin with toilets now you can't get busy with it | |
With the vintage olde gold gettin dusty in the cellar | |
I throw my shit deeper than jeff hostettler | |
So yo what you got, cause god damn it's hot | |
It's the alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot | |
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme | |
I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find | |
Call me e.t., but yo, it don't take a secret psychic | |
Cause even in the future i'ma frak it when i mic it | |
Chorus | |
[tash] | |
With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya | |
Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures | |
It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones | |
I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones | |
So tap into the cold while i torch mc's | |
Cause i be itchin for a scratch like the force md's | |
But yo fuck that, tash is in the wind with the gin | |
I gotta pass the mic to j cause he can't hold it in | |
[j-ro] | |
I can't hold it in my friend the liks get the most clout | |
We be scorin points like michael irvin on the post route | |
And just like joi boy, i make your bones ache man | |
Just how much punishment can a rapper take man? | |
The homes be like "where you been?" man i been creatin | |
We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin | |
For the kibbles n bits, i love pits tits and rap hits | |
And bruce lee flicks, and clockin yapes with the liks | |
[e-swift] | |
I can't hold it in i gotta speak my mind | |
There's a lotta half-ass niggaz thinkin they can rhyme | |
But their style is not buttah, it's mor elike busta without the a | |
You never think of nuttin fresh to say | |
The freshest dj from the state of ohio | |
I remember when you battled, cuttin up survival | |
Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast | |
Packed up my technics, now i'm on the west coast, now i | |
[tash] | |
Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga | |
Yo before we get up out | |
I wanna shout it out to my nigga diamond d |
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 | |
jro | |
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 jro, 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 | |
jro | |
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 | |
That they can' t scrape jro the man | |
A nigga who stays, in the old school ways | |
And just like subways, i can make your days | |
We got more soul than james brown and platform adidas | |
The likwit crew, comin new like a fetus | |
So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl | |
Niggaz like me gonna rule the world | |
So all aboard the jro train to funkytown | |
Express from the west so it' s best that i clown | |
tash | |
I bust the alehze on ice on down to beck' s brew | |
I got more fame than dana dane i hold mics like donahue | |
Cause i' m committed, admit it, you was too legit to quit it | |
Dancin with toilets now you can' t get busy with it | |
With the vintage olde gold gettin dusty in the cellar | |
I throw my shit deeper than jeff hostettler | |
So yo what you got, cause god damn it' s hot | |
It' s the alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot | |
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme | |
I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can' t find | |
Call me e. t., but yo, it don' t take a secret psychic | |
Cause even in the future i' ma frak it when i mic it | |
Chorus | |
tash | |
With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya | |
Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures | |
It' s the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones | |
I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones | |
So tap into the cold while i torch mc' s | |
Cause i be itchin for a scratch like the force md' s | |
But yo fuck that, tash is in the wind with the gin | |
I gotta pass the mic to j cause he can' t hold it in | |
jro | |
I can' t hold it in my friend the liks get the most clout | |
We be scorin points like michael irvin on the post route | |
And just like joi boy, i make your bones ache man | |
Just how much punishment can a rapper take man? | |
The homes be like " where you been?" man i been creatin | |
We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin | |
For the kibbles n bits, i love pits tits and rap hits | |
And bruce lee flicks, and clockin yapes with the liks | |
eswift | |
I can' t hold it in i gotta speak my mind | |
There' s a lotta halfass niggaz thinkin they can rhyme | |
But their style is not buttah, it' s mor elike busta without the a | |
You never think of nuttin fresh to say | |
The freshest dj from the state of ohio | |
I remember when you battled, cuttin up survival | |
Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast | |
Packed up my technics, now i' m on the west coast, now i | |
tash | |
Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga | |
Yo before we get up out | |
I wanna shout it out to my nigga diamond d |
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 | |
jro | |
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 jro, 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 | |
jro | |
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 | |
That they can' t scrape jro the man | |
A nigga who stays, in the old school ways | |
And just like subways, i can make your days | |
We got more soul than james brown and platform adidas | |
The likwit crew, comin new like a fetus | |
So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl | |
Niggaz like me gonna rule the world | |
So all aboard the jro train to funkytown | |
Express from the west so it' s best that i clown | |
tash | |
I bust the alehze on ice on down to beck' s brew | |
I got more fame than dana dane i hold mics like donahue | |
Cause i' m committed, admit it, you was too legit to quit it | |
Dancin with toilets now you can' t get busy with it | |
With the vintage olde gold gettin dusty in the cellar | |
I throw my shit deeper than jeff hostettler | |
So yo what you got, cause god damn it' s hot | |
It' s the alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot | |
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme | |
I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can' t find | |
Call me e. t., but yo, it don' t take a secret psychic | |
Cause even in the future i' ma frak it when i mic it | |
Chorus | |
tash | |
With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya | |
Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures | |
It' s the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones | |
I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones | |
So tap into the cold while i torch mc' s | |
Cause i be itchin for a scratch like the force md' s | |
But yo fuck that, tash is in the wind with the gin | |
I gotta pass the mic to j cause he can' t hold it in | |
jro | |
I can' t hold it in my friend the liks get the most clout | |
We be scorin points like michael irvin on the post route | |
And just like joi boy, i make your bones ache man | |
Just how much punishment can a rapper take man? | |
The homes be like " where you been?" man i been creatin | |
We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin | |
For the kibbles n bits, i love pits tits and rap hits | |
And bruce lee flicks, and clockin yapes with the liks | |
eswift | |
I can' t hold it in i gotta speak my mind | |
There' s a lotta halfass niggaz thinkin they can rhyme | |
But their style is not buttah, it' s mor elike busta without the a | |
You never think of nuttin fresh to say | |
The freshest dj from the state of ohio | |
I remember when you battled, cuttin up survival | |
Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast | |
Packed up my technics, now i' m on the west coast, now i | |
tash | |
Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga | |
Yo before we get up out | |
I wanna shout it out to my nigga diamond d |