Intro:



Back Once Again To Wet Up The Whole Area



Check My Style Out



Verse One: Tash



Read My Lips, My Dick Be Makin Bitches Leave Tips



Castin Shadows Over Battles Like A Lunar Eclipse



Cause The Man That Makes You Jump Like You The Grand Prize Winner Of A



Lexus



I'm Back Again To Test Your Reflexes



If You Don't Think I Can Flow Then You Can Ask E-Swift



If You Don't Believe Swift Then You Can Call Steve Griff



If You Don't Believe Griff Then Step Up To Fuck With I



Call You Up And Send You As A Gift To Hieroglyph



Cause The Liks Got Lyric Tricks Datin Back To Eighty-six



While My Thousand Dollar System Still Busts The Pause Mix



So My Style Be Comin At You More Deadlin Than A Cobra



With These Niggaz On My Mind Like Is He Drunk Or Is He Sober



Mind Your Biz While I Rhymes Like Biz To The Tent



I Slam Like A Fifth That Stays Hidden



Not To Be Fucked With, Under Any Circumstances



And I Don't Have To Sing To Send These Bitches Into Trances



Chorus: E-Swift (repeat 4X)



I Give The Party People What They Like



Somethin Hype, To Keep Em Rockin All Night



Verse Two: J-Ro



Next It's, The Man Freakin Funky Flow Flexes



Bustin In My All Day I Dream About Sexes



Walk Into Your Living Room There I Am



Stroll To Your Kitchen There I Am



Run To Your Backyard Hmm There I Am



Everywhere You Look There Goes The Ro-gram



That's Why You Hate Me, You Can't Escape Me



You Can't Even Erase Me Off Your Tape



We The A-L-K, H-O-L-I-K-S



Comin Like New Pimps Humps And Stress To Your Chest



J, To The R-O, Just Rockin On



I Keep The Party Poppin Til A New Day Is Born



The Alkaholik Name Won't Change Not A Bit



I Told You On The Last Skit Dick You Can't Tell Me Shit



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