DAAAM! (Buckwild Remix)

[Intro Chorus: J-Ro]
(Check it out, y'all; check it out, y'all) (Daaam!)
Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Every time I make a jam make you wanna say (Daaam!)
Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Every time I make a jam make you wanna say (Daaam!)

[Verse 1: J-Ro]
E-Swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot
Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot
I'm the, brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds
I write rhymes while my mama peel the skin off the spuds
This ain't baseball, nah, Tha Liks won't slump
So make room, for the crew with beats the hump
Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause Rhyme Pays
I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet
I was bailing through hell I didn't even bust a sweat
So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason
To wanna step up in sucker punk season
Bring it on young one so you can get done
I got more styles than the miles to the sun
Ninety-one million, five thousand flows
And here's one more for the hoes

[Chorus: J-Ro]
Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Every time I make a jam make you wanna say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Every time I make a jam make you wanna say (Daaam!)

[Bridge: Tha Alkaholiks]
Get down, down, down
Ho, get down, come on
Get down, down, down
J-Ro, get down, come on
Get down, down, down
E-Swift, get down, come on
Get down, down, down
Yo Tash, get down

[Verse 2: Tash]
Kick your, dopest rhyme, I'll break it up like 3rd Bass
I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 dilemma for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December (Brrrr!)
The Likwidator with the hardcore demanors
Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima
So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock
'Cause I kill rhyme bandits barehanded like Mr. Spock
I told chief not to start no beef
He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth
'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor
Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker
'Cause I feel like bustin' loose
It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce
Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older
With your mama with my picture tattooed on her shoulder
So rap artists, "Get ready to rumble"
'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo
I heard your demo tape, that shit was faker than a scam
While I be droppin' shit that make you say

[Chorus: Tash]
Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (Daaam!)

[Verse 3: J-Ro]
I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose runny, J
I make the ladies say, "Make money money!"
I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low
'Cause every weekend I had a spend on the pillow
Watts, Willowbrook, even shook when I took
A fresh-ass hook out my notebook
Din-neh-neh, din-neh-neh, I love sports
I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts
You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall
'Cause I've been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl
Y'all, ah shit, let me make a wish
I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish
So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em
That's how I floss, yo, pass the hot sauce
When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete
'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete
Like a freak on an elevator I'ma fuck you up
It's the Ro, with the, inebriated flow
I hate to boast but I'm the host with most
And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast

[Outro: Tash]
It's like that (Daaam!)
It's like this uh, it's like that (Daaam!)
It's like this uh, it's like that (Daaam!)
Well, it's like this uh, it's like that (Daaam!)
Like that, word up, Alkaholiks (Daaam!)
X to the Z, Xzibit (Daaam!)
In the motherfuckin' place, yeah (Daaam!)
Let me shout it out once, once, once (Daaam!)
To my nigga King Tee you don't stop (Daaam!)
To my nigga Diamond D you don't stop (Daaam!)
To my nigga DJ Pooh you don't stop (Daaam!)
To my nigga J-Ro you don't stop (Daaam!)
To that nigga E-Swift you don't stop
To that nigga D Pimp you don't stop (Daaam!)
To my nigga, all, across the board
This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore
Uh, the freestyle flow kicks
Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks
Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated