Tha Alkaholiks - Make Room lyrics

I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park when
Other rappers are hitting bunts
I'm a togger not a fogger
Step on runts 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 ’cause
My rhymes are kinda greasy
Some brothers wear curls ’cause 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 hoes in clothes but like
'em better in the sheets
I rock more beats than Jesse
Owens ran track meets
Amazing feats move, they happen everyday
When the Ro to the J
Bring his ass out to play


I weigh 180 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 'cause
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
Toe up so I always flex my talents
But my words don't be slurrin'
I never lose my balance
But that's 'cause 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 MCs 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
Niggas better make way for the Alkaholik crew
When we're steppin' through
With the thirty-two of brew
Niggas 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
Niggas in my crew yeah, I'm down with Pooh
But what's up with me and you?
'Cause, I don't give a fuck
Who your cousin who could fuck
'Cause, 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, blam, 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