Uh!
Uhhh, uh!
It`s gonna be that, it`s fat
Ah one-two and a
I can`t hold it in I gotta let it all out (ya don`t stop)
Let it all out, let it all out (ya don`t stop)
I can`t hold it in I gotta let it all out (do the wop)
Let it all out (hip-hop, what?)
[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 skin flicks
[J-Ro]
For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center
I got your girl cookin my dinner
Action, lights and cameras ain`t needed
Oh jeezus, 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
I used to wear Releases, I hate police to pieces
Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases
Chorus:
And now I can`t holt it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
And now I can`t holt it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve yourself)
And now I can`t holt it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
And now I can`t holt it in I gotta let it all out
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 sway 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, we 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 Guinness styles out 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 rough rhyme announcer 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 freak it when I mic it
Chorus
[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
Don`t bring me to the party, because I just spoil it
I be earlin on your rug I won`t make it to the toilet
[E-Swift]
I can`t hold it in I gotta speak my mind
I usually crack a brew when it`s time to rhyme
Bust my flows for my homies and I`m proud to admit
I was rockin beats when Kangol`s was the shit
[Tash]
AIyyo, I can`t hold it in it`s like the smoke from the reefer
I called this girl a bitch now she thinks she Queen Latifah
But the roughneck toughneck waits to conversate
