Verse one: e-swift
I stop by the club, cuz it aint shit else to do it
Im on the guestlist, its e-swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, cuz, its a bad habit
Open mic night, so, the liks gots to grab it
Check the mic, it sounds tight so
I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo
The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy
We dropped the microphone than we swayze
Verse two: j-ro
Oooh dont I sound great when I down a black eighth
My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate
My name is james but the girls call me God when Im humpin
I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin
Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school
You never shoulda left in the first place fool
Now everybody wants to be a prophet
But I wont quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it
You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it
So gimme a high-five cause you juts cant handle it
If rap was a swimming pool Id climb to the top
Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop
Dagnabit, I got a bad habit
It dont matter where Im at I seen a booty and I grab it
So niggaz step back before you get lit
Im a grown motherfuckin man and you cant tell me shit
Chorus: repeat 2x
You cant tell me shit, you cant tell me a hot damn thing
You cant tell me shit, you cant tell me shit
Verse three: j-ro
I rock you like lenny kravitz, or nirvana
Im puttin suckers on pause like a comma
I never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero
From the ghetto puttin creases in my capes
(up up up and away, j-ro!!)
I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes
Im rougher than bluto, tougher than a callous
My number one football team is dallas
Cowboys, now boys, cant you see Im greater than
Your grandpops is my number one fan
You get ran on the court you dribble like manute bol
You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here
Im more gifted than christmas morning
I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when Im boning
Me Im tripping, let me light my phillie blunt
Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do billy want
[yo whassup j? ] man I quit selling weed
[no I need a funky break] well I got what you need
Chorus
Verse four: j-ro
You hittin corners with the alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great
The crew who got another tape thats bumpin harder, save it!
Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it aint the same
They put a lot of funky drummers out the game
They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit
Thats why to me, r&b, really aint shit
So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles
The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows
I wanna say whassup to the ladies
I gotsta say whassup to the ladies
From the atlantic, to the pacific
I gotsta be specific, they know Im terrific
Im pushin up to the bars, got em screamin alkahols
Ohh gosh call me josh cause Im bringin down the walls
Mc extrordinaire, j-ro came to set it straight
I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate
In la, most niggaz walk the same
Act the same, talk the same, drive the same
Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same
But this is ro and I got my own game
I drive through lyrics like Im riding on the freeway
And I dont give rappers, no kind of leeway
Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex
I be housin mo niggaz than the projects
Chorus
Outro: j-ro
Yeah, this goes out to king tee
Dj pooh, yo the whole crew
Yo d-pimp for makin the track
That nigga tash
Deadly threat
This is j-ro and e-swift
Tha alkaholiks, and its like that
