Daaam! Lyrics - Singles - Tha Alkaholiks

Daaam! Daaam! 

Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, "Daaam!" 

E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot 

Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot 

I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds 

I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds 

This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump 

So make room for the crew with beats the jump 

Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays 

I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays 

I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet 

I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat 

So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason 

To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season 

Bring it on young one, so you can get done 

I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun 

Ninety-three million, five thousand flows 

And here's one more for the hoes 

Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, "Daaam!" 

Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, "Daaam!" 

Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo' 

Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot 

Check it out, yeah 

Like that, Xzibit all in your grill 

Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah 

'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows 

The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga! 

Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass 

I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face 

So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember 

Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December 

The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's 

Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima 

So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock 

'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock 

I told chief not to start no beef 

He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth 

'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor 

Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker 

'Cause I feel like bustin' loose 

It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce 

Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older 

That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder 

So rap artists, "Get ready to rumble!" 

'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo 

I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam 

While I be droppin' shit that make you say 

The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, "Daaam!" 

I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J 

I make the ladies say, "Make money, money!" 

I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low 

'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow 

Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took 

A fresh-ass hook out my notebook 

Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports 

I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts 

You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall 

'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl 

Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish 

I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish 

So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em 

That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce 

When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete 

'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete 

Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up 

It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow 

I hate to boast but I'm the host with most 

And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast 

It's like that 

It's like this uh, it's like that 

It's like this uh, it's like that 

Well it's like this uh, it's like that 

Like that, word up, Alkaholiks 

X to the Z Xzibit 

In the motherfuckin place, yeah 

Let me shout it out once, once, once 

To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop 

To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop 

To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop 

To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop 

To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop 

To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop 

To my nigga all across the board 

This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore 

Uh, the freestyle flow dicks 

Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks 

Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated 

Rico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up 

Your whole damn crew will get wet up 

Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up 

Yes, the freestyle flow on and on