DAAAM! lyrics
by Xzibit
[Chorus: J-Ro]
Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Every time I make a jam, make you wanna say [Daaam!]
[Verse 1: J-Ro]
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 dropping verbal scuds
I write rhymes while my mama peel the skin off the spuds
This ain't baseball, nah, the Liks won't slump
So make room, for the crew with beats that hump
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 bailin' through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat
So you must have a loco-motive, 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 more styles than the miles to the Sun
93 million, five thousand flows
And here's one more for the hoes
[Chorus: J-Ro]
Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Every time I make a jam, make you wanna say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Every time I make a jam, make you wanna say [Daaam!]
[Interlude: Xzibit, Q-Tip sample, Tash]
Yeah
(Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy)
Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'
(Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy)
Makin' more ducats than Ross Perot
(Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy)
Check it out, yeah
(Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy)
Like that
(Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy)
Xzibit all in your grill, ha
(Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy)
That's that n*gga Xzibit (Yeah)
(Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy)
'Cause in '94
It's all about the flows, the hoes
And the forty-o's, n*gga
(Liks, Liks, Liks, boy; Liks, Liks, Liks, boy)
[Verse 2: Tash]
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 '94 dilemma, for my n*ggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December [Brrrr!]
The likwidator with the hardcore demeanors
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 stickers
'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 21 and older
With your mama 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 sh*t was faker than a scam
While I be droppin' sh*t that make you say
[Chorus: Tash]
Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say [Daaam!]
Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say [Daaam!]
[Verse 3: J-Ro]
I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose runny
J, I make the ladies say, "Make money money!"
I used to have a curl but I cut my sh*t real low
'Cause every weekend, I had a spend on the pillow
Watts, Willowbrook even shook when I took
A fresh-ass hook out my notebook
"Dan-neh-neh, dan-neh-neh" - 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, ah sh*t, let me make a wish
I wish all the bunk 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, meanin' I'm so complete
Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma f*ck you up
It's the Ro, with the, inebriated flow
I hate to boast but I'm the host with most
And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my peoples from coast to coast
[Outro: Tash]
It's like that [Daaam!]
It's like this, uh, it's like that [Daaam!]
It's like this, uh, it's like that [Daaam!]
Well, it's like this, uh, it's like that [Daaam!]
Like that, word up, Alkaholiks [Daaam!]
X to the Z Xzibit [Daaam!]
In the motherf*ckin place, yeah [Daaam!]
Let me shout it out once, once, once [Daaam!]
To my n*gga King Tee, you don't stop
To my n*gga Diamond D, you don't stop
To my n*gga DJ Pooh, you don't stop
To my n*gga J-Ro, you don't stop
To that n*gga E-Swift, you don't stop
To that n*gga D Pimp, you don't stop
To my n*gga, all, across the board
This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore
Uh, the freestyle flow hits
Rico's in the house and I'm from the f*ckin' Liks
Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated
Rico's in the house yes yes I liquidate the whole set up
Your whole damn crew would get wet up
1994's in the house, we won't let up
Yes, the freestyle flow on and on...