Tha Alkaholiks - Relieve Yourself lyrics

I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out
And now I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out let it all out

Anything you could do I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock
The shit without no pressure
Cause, I snuck my forty ouncer past
The bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest
So let me run one
Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson
When I asked him i even rock the mic for
Seven days with Toni Braxton
It's the, Liks, rockin' like a six point six
So while I be scoopin' bitches
You rush the skin flicks

For reals
I gots more skills than an occupation center
I got your girl cookin' my dinner
Action, lights and cameras ain't needed
A genius
The nigga that be gettin' rappers heated
I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got
To stop drop and roll
I used to wear Releases
I hate police to pieces
Oh Jesus, my style is slick like pork greases

And now I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out
(relieve yourself)
And now I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve yourself)

And now I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out
(relieve yourself)
And now I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out let it all out

I get in 'em when I sin 'em
The Alkaholik venom
I fold your clothes with your
Body still in 'em
The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand
And make sure they understand
That they can't scrape J-Ro the man
A nigga who stays, in the old school ways
And just like sun rays, I can make your days
We got more soul than James
Brown in platform Adidas
The Likwit crew, comin new like a fetus
So run tell your granny
Your pops and your girl
Niggas like me gonna rule the world
So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown
Express from the West so it's
Best that I clown

I bust the Guinness Stouts out
On down to Beck's brew
I got more fame than Dana Dane
I hold mics like Donahue
Cause, I'm committed, admit it
You was Too Legit to Quit it
Dancin with the cordless
Now you can't get busy with it
With the vintage Olde Gold gettin'
Dusty in the cellar
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostetler
So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it's hot
It's the rough rhyme announcer up
In your night spot
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme
I'll lose you like that jewelry
That that bitch can't find
On BET, and yo it'll take a secret psychic
Cause even in the future I'mma freak
It when I mic it

And now I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out
(relieve yourself)
And now I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve yourself)

I can't hold it in, my friend
The Liks get the most clout
We be scorin points like Michael
Irvin on the post route
Don't bring me to the party
Because I just spoil it
I be earlin' on your rug
I won't make it to the toilet

I can't hold it in, I gotta speak my mind
I usually crack a brew when
It's time to rhyme
Bust my flows for my homies
And I'm proud to admit
I was rockin' beats when Kangols was the shit

Yo! I can't hold it in
It's like the smoke from the reefer
I called this girl a bitch and
Now she thinks she Queen Latifah
But the roughneck
Toughneck wait's to conversate
Cause all she'll ever be to me is
Just a bitch from out of state

I can't hold it in, I get fly from the get go
My rhymes'll hit you high my man
Tash will come and get low i get so
Lifted like three clones of Moses Malone
Standin' on the top of Too Tall Jones

I can't hold it in
Cause I just can't bear it
I'm sick of all these wack
Niggas gettin all the merit
So slow down the mic
It's slippery when it's wet
I see a gang of spit and
Ain't hear nothin fresh yet

And now I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out
(relieve yourself)
And now I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve yourself)