I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park

When other rappers are hittin' bunts

I'm a target, not a fog, I stuff the 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 kind of greasy

Some brothers wear curls cause it ain't easy bein' peasy

Like a kung-fu flick, I'll stick you in the dick

With my toothpick, tell 'em Rick (you hit 'em harder than a fuckin' brick)

I like hoes in clothes but like 'em better in the sheets

I rock mo' beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets

Amazin' feats woo, they happen every day

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

I weigh 180 but I'm, fat

I ki- I 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, ay!

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 dent yo' 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 Alkie 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 hear me mic checkin' all the way in China

The skills you can't front on, the Alkaholik rhymer

Could rip a show up tore 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 tonic like your momma's hooked on phonics

So when we're steppin' to, with the 32 of brew

**** better make way for the Alkaholik crew

When we're steppin' to, with the 32 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 dent yo' 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 used to 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 snapper

Pull over to the side so I can roll up the indo

Got the pinch head bumpin' on the front window

Wham, bam, I spanked your 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 smoke a gang of liquor, I drink a gang of brew

Like Ted, I gotta zoom-zoom, so make room

Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (ah yeah)

Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (ah yeah, ah yeah)

Make room, for the crew with beats that thump

(The Alkaholiks) tunes hittin' hard enough to dent yo' trunk

Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (yo, before we go)

Make room, for the crew with beats that thump

(We gotta give a shout out to the crew that get the party poppin')

Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (the Alkaholik crew)

Tunes hittin' hard enough to dent yo' trunk

Olde English (is in the house and uh)

What about Mickey? (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)