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that nigga king tee and the al- cum- a- holiks
Verse one: j- ro
Verse 2
I'm makin yapes
The rhymes ain't no thicker
than a, skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me,
for the hanky- panky
On the mic I hold a belt,
now I know no one could spank me
It took a long time for the people,
to hear my rhymes
Seems like I been rappin
Sorry to keep you waitin,
I run rhymes like walter payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a dayton
But I won't knock off,
because I just rock off
The beats to get funky,
like when you take your sock off
To all the white folks I would
like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say
peace quit actin rowdy
Wack mcs in ninety- two,
The public don't you aim the best
you're softer than a hookers chest
I shake shake shake em
And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes
E- swift hold the needle down
with nickels and dimes
I drink olde english,
st. ide's and mickeys
When it's time to roll I throw
on my black dickeys
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On the mic I get wicked, like wilson pickett
I get the place jumpin like a cricket
when I kick shit
I'm from the west coast but don't
sleep home- stimpy
Even if I was a paperboy you
I walk up and chalk up pairs
like the knicks
I'm all in the mix like snares, and kicks
When it comes to rhymes I get
Those who chose to oppose this nose
Verse 3
is felt knuckles
all about rhymes
and the pad y'all
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When it comes to the pen and the pad
y'all
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Verse 4
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Back the fuck up, gimme room to breath
Not too many niggaz can flip
the rhymes like these
I freak the technique as if it was a bitch
Got more soul than the pit with a fifth
Pitch the ball, so I can beat it with the bat
Talk some shit,
so I can smoke ya with my gat
I'm feelin kind feelin kinda
Feelin kinda buzzed off
a sack of chocolate tie
My my my ho, I like to rip the shows up
Smack the hoes that walk
around with they nose up
Run to the liquor store,
before they close up
Buy a few 40s, cause daily I get to' up
Sit at the crib and write riggy riggy rhymes
Line after line after liggy liggy line
Yo I can get funky,
buy my tape and bump me
To the break of dawn I hit
the bud and pass it on
Hangin at the park,
shootin craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet cause
my tall can is leakin
Starin at the cops, beatin up on rodney
While a pack of o.g.'s steppin
to me tryin to rob me
On the mic I get funky while
you're doin the hokey- pokey
Dance steps,
I think that you should leave to paula
Alkaholiks is the shit,
e- swift's the smooth bawler
Is slangin these rhymes like a rock
Life ain't shit but money and a glock
Don't punch a clock,
but I cock a fat knot
So I can smoke a lot of pot
that I roll up with tops
And ya ain't heard shit yet,
I'm just gettin warm
Like hot butter on,
I'm headed to the top,
please give me my props
My beats are fat as fuck
I love to hit the skinz, but then
again who doesn't
I love to hit the herbs cause it leave
me feelin buzzin
I dedicate this chumpie to
the poets who can wreck
And to all the nottie dreads I gots
to give them nuff respect
Verse 5
I got it bad y'all, I got it bad y'all
When it comes to the pen
and the pad y'all
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I got it bad y'all, I got it bad y'all
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the pad y'all
Verse 6
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alkaholik group
Everything is kosher, got a little taller
Livin kinda phat cause king
tee's a bawler
leave em so confused
When I'm checkin on the mic
with the ones and twos
Sneak you a peek of
the drunk technique
Can't stand up, need to take a seat
But I can freak the mic no matter
how ya call it
Metaphors grand,
and I'm the great man
Drink a whole fifth yes I can yes I can can
The girls call me dick- em- down
Got that title rockin for the crown
Catch y'all later, around next weekend
I'm a alkaholik and I'm late for my meeting
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