I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts

I'm a togger not a fogger, step on runts 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 'cause my rhymes are kinda greasy

Some brothers wear curls 'cause 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 hoes in clothes but like 'em better in the sheets

I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets

Amazing feats move, they happen everyday

When the Ro to the J, bring his ass out to play

I weigh 180 but I'm fat

I ki-uh-kick up dust when I bust like a gat

Tha Alkaholik crew and what we're here to do

Is rock a show, knock a hoe and crack another brew

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Tunes hittin' hard enough to ditch your trunk

It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks

It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks

It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks

It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks

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, toe up so I always flex my talents

But my words don't be slurrin', I never lose my balance

But that's 'cuz 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 MCs like I'm Onyx

I'm hooked on gin and tonic like your momma's Hooked on Phonics

So when we steppin' through, with the thirty-two of brew

**** better make way for the Alkaholik crew

When we're steppin' through, with the thirty-two of brew

**** better make way for the Alkaholik crew

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Tunes hittin' hard enough to ditch your trunk

It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks

It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks

It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks

It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks

First you gotta have respect, money comes next

After you get those, come the hoes and the sex

Girl, you keep askin' 'bout the **** in my crew

Yeah, I'm down with Pooh but what's up with me and you

'Cause I don't give a fuck, who 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

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Tunes hittin' hard enough to ditch your trunk

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Make room for the crew with beats that thump

Tunes hittin' hard enough to ditch your trunk

Old English is in the house and uh

What about Mickey's? Is in the house and uh

St. Ides is in the house and uh

Crazy Horse is in the house and uh

Genuine Draft is in the house and uh

What about Red Bull? Is in the house and uh

Colt .45 is in the house and uh

King Cobra ain't in the house and uh