歌曲 | Make Room |
歌手 | Tha Alkaholiks |
专辑 | 21 & Over |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Verse one:j-ro | |
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 hoe, and crack another brew | |
Chorus: | |
Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (3x) | |
Tunes hittin hard enough to ditch your trunk | |
It's the liks baby, it's the liks (4x) | |
Verse 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 | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: j-ro | |
First you gotta have respect, money comes next | |
After you get those, come the hoes 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 | |
Chorus | |
Outro: 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 | |
*bottle smashes* |
Verse one: jro | |
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 kungfu 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 oneeighty but i' m, fat | |
I kiuhkick up dust when i bust like a cap | |
Tha alkaholik crew, and what we' re here to do | |
Is rock a show, knock a hoe, and crack another brew | |
Chorus: | |
Make room, for the crew with beats that thump 3x | |
Tunes hittin hard enough to ditch your trunk | |
It' s the liks baby, it' s the liks 4x | |
Verse 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 thirtytwo of brew | |
Niggaz better make way for the alkaholik crew | |
When we' re steppin through, with the thirtytwo of brew | |
Niggaz better make way for the alkaholik crew | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: jro | |
First you gotta have respect, money comes next | |
After you get those, come the hoes 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 | |
Chorus | |
Outro: tash, jro | |
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 | |
bottle smashes |
Verse one: jro | |
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 kungfu 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 oneeighty but i' m, fat | |
I kiuhkick up dust when i bust like a cap | |
Tha alkaholik crew, and what we' re here to do | |
Is rock a show, knock a hoe, and crack another brew | |
Chorus: | |
Make room, for the crew with beats that thump 3x | |
Tunes hittin hard enough to ditch your trunk | |
It' s the liks baby, it' s the liks 4x | |
Verse 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 thirtytwo of brew | |
Niggaz better make way for the alkaholik crew | |
When we' re steppin through, with the thirtytwo of brew | |
Niggaz better make way for the alkaholik crew | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: jro | |
First you gotta have respect, money comes next | |
After you get those, come the hoes 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 | |
Chorus | |
Outro: tash, jro | |
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 | |
bottle smashes |