ฟังเพลงDaaam!

Daaam!- by: Tha Alkaholiks

Intro chorus: j-ro

Verse one: j-ro

E-swift test the rockey launcher, lets blow up the spot

Show em what we got for the ninety-flow shot

Im the, brown bomber droppin verbal scuds

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

This aint baseball, naw, the liks wont slump

So make room, for the crew with beats the jump

Yo, Im the baddest man with a hit since willie mays

Im playin for the as, o.g. was right cause rhyme pays

I walk through a rainstorm, I didnt even get wet

I was bailing through hell I didnt even bust a sweat

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

To wanna step up, its 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 heres one more for the hoes

Chorus 2x: j-ro (beats, freaks, rhymes, jam)

Interlude: xzibit

Geyeah, alkaholiks for ninety-fo

Makin more dutch than ross perot

Check it out, yeah

Like that, xzibit all in your grill

Hah, thats that nigga xzibit, yeah

Cause in ninety-four

Its all about the flowws, the hoes

And the forty-os, nigga!

Verse two: xzibit

Kick your, dopest rhyme Ill break it up like 3rd bass

Im from the crew that sets it off by sprayin beer in your face

So the ninety-four to them I put my niggaz that remember

Means Im steppin to the mic with lyrics colder than december

the liquidator with the hardcore demanors

Bustin out the perpetrators I see through em like a zima

So Im 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 Im stronger than the bull thats on the schlitz malt liquor

Hittin up your cities with the alkaholik sticker

Cause I feel like bustin loose

Its the wicked pain inflictor with the mickeys deuce deuce

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

Thats what your momma with my picture tattooes 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

Chorus 2x: tash (beats, freaks, flows, hoes)

Verse three: j-ro

Ive 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 *espn theme* I love sports

I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts

You try to tackle me you couldnt make me fall

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

Yall, aww shit, let me make a wish

I wish all the punk mcs turn to fish

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

Thats how I floss yo pass the hot sauce

When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints

In the concrete, cause Im fat meaning, Im so complete

Like a freak on an elevator ima fuck you up

Its the ro, with the, inebiriated flow

I hate to boast but Im the host with most

And Im ghost, heres a toast to my peoples from coast to coast

Outro: xzibit, tash

To my nigga king tee you dont stop

To my nigga diamond d you dont stop

To my nigga dj pooh you dont stop

To my nigga j-ro you dont stop

To that nigga e-swift you dont stop

To that nigga d pimp you dont stop

To my nigga, all, across the board

This is how it go and I wont leave you, sore

Uh, the freestyle flow dicks

Ricos in the house and Im from the fuckin liks

Dont perpetrate or you get perpetrated

Ricos in the house yes yes my niggaz made

The whole set up, your whole damn crewll get wet up

Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we wont let up

Yes, the freestyle flow on and on...