Make Room Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

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

I'm a togger not a fogger, step on hunts 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 'cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy 

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

I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets 

Amazing feets move, they happen everyday 

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

I weight one-eighty but I'm fat 

I ki uh kick up dust when I bust like a cap 

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 'cuz 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, to' 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 MC's like I'm Onyx 

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

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

Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew 

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

Niggaz 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 niggaz in my crew 

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

'Cuz I don't give a fuck, whose your cousin who could fuck 

'Cuz 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 uhh 

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

St. Ide's is in the house and uhh 

Crazy Horse is in the house and uhh 

Genuine Draft is in the house and uhh 

What about Red Bull? Is in the house and uhh 

Colt .45 is in the house and uhh 

King Cobra ain't in the house and uhh