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Daaam!\n\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nE-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\nI'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\nSo make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\nI walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\nI was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\nSo you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\nBring it on young one, so you can get done\nI got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-three million, five thousand 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the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\nYour whole damn crew will get wet up\nNineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\nYes, the freestyle flow on and on","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.52] Daaam! Daaam!\n[00:18.01] Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:19.82] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:22.59] Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:25.37] Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:28.05] E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n[00:31.64] Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n[00:33.41] I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n[00:36.15] I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n[00:37.90] This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n[00:40.68] So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n[00:43.36] Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n[00:46.08] I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n[00:47.84] I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n[00:50.58] I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n[00:53.32] So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n[00:56.05] To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n[00:57.86] Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n[01:00.51] I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n[01:03.25] Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n[01:05.05] And here's one more for the hoes\n[01:06.83] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:09.58] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:12.24] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:15.09] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:16.82] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:19.54] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:22.28] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:24.95] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:27.63] Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n[01:31.43] Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n[01:33.38] Check it out, yeah\n[01:36.45] Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n[01:39.15] Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n[01:41.37] 'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n[01:44.02] The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n[01:47.61] Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n[01:50.31] I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n[01:52.14] So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n[01:54.86] Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n[01:57.52] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n[02:00.22] Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n[02:03.03] So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n[02:04.71] 'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n[02:07.57] I told chief not to start no beef\n[02:09.32] He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n[02:12.03] 'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n[02:14.73] Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n[02:17.48] 'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n[02:19.25] It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n[02:21.99] Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n[02:24.64] That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n[02:27.39] So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n[02:30.07] 'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n[02:31.88] I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n[02:34.68] While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n[02:37.30] The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:39.13] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:40.97] The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:43.66] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:46.36] The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:48.11] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:50.94] The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:53.62] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:57.27] I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n[02:59.91] I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n[03:02.65] I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n[03:04.48] 'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n[03:07.13] Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n[03:09.89] A fresh-ass out my notebook\n[03:11.65] Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n[03:14.46] I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n[03:17.11] You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n[03:19.88] 'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n[03:21.67] Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n[03:24.39] I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n[03:27.01] So I could just 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n[03:28.80] That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n[03:31.52] When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n[03:34.39] 'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n[03:37.06] Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n[03:39.72] It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n[03:41.53] I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n[03:44.25] And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n[03:46.90] It's like that\n[03:49.61] It's like this uh, it's like that\n[03:51.44] It's like this uh, it's like that\n[03:54.10] Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n[03:56.84] Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n[03:58.62] X to the Z Xzibit\n[04:01.37] In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n[04:03.11] Let me shout it out once, once, once\n[04:05.83] To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n[04:08.52] To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n[04:11.23] To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n[04:13.91] To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n[04:16.64] To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\n[04:18.48] To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\n[04:21.20] To my nigga all across the board\n[04:23.98] This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n[04:27.58] Uh, the freestyle flow dicks\n[04:29.35] Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\n[04:31.14] Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\n[04:33.89] Rico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\n[04:37.44] Your whole damn crew will get wet up\n[04:38.61] Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\n[04:41.39] Yes, the freestyle flow on and on\n[04:43.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daaam!\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Daaam!\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Daaam! 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Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the 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Daaam!\n[00:18.01] Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:19.82] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:22.59] Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:25.37] Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:28.05] E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n[00:31.64] Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n[00:33.41] I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n[00:36.15] I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n[00:37.90] This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n[00:40.68] So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n[00:43.36] Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n[00:46.08] I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n[00:47.84] I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n[00:50.58] I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n[00:53.32] So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n[00:56.05] 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\"Daaam!\"\n[02:53.62] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:57.27] I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n[02:59.91] I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n[03:02.65] I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n[03:04.48] 'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n[03:07.13] Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n[03:09.89] A fresh-ass out my notebook\n[03:11.65] Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n[03:14.46] I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n[03:17.11] You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n[03:19.88] 'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n[03:21.67] Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n[03:24.39] I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n[03:27.01] So I could just 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n[03:28.80] That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n[03:31.52] When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n[03:34.39] 'Cause 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Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the 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fall\n  'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\n  So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\n  It's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n  Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n  X to the Z Xzibit\n  In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n\n  To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\n  To 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Daaam!\n[00:18.01] Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:19.82] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:22.59] Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:25.37] Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:28.05] E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n[00:31.64] Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n[00:33.41] I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n[00:36.15] I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n[00:37.90] This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n[00:40.68] So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n[00:43.36] Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n[00:46.08] I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n[00:47.84] I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n[00:50.58] I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n[00:53.32] So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n[00:56.05] To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n[00:57.86] Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n[01:00.51] I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n[01:03.25] Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n[01:05.05] And here's one more for the hoes\n[01:06.83] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:09.58] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:12.24] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:15.09] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:16.82] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:19.54] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:22.28] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:24.95] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:27.63] Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n[01:31.43] Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n[01:33.38] Check it out, yeah\n[01:36.45] Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n[01:39.15] Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n[01:41.37] 'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n[01:44.02] The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n[01:47.61] Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n[01:50.31] I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n[01:52.14] So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n[01:54.86] Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n[01:57.52] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n[02:00.22] Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n[02:03.03] So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n[02:04.71] 'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n[02:07.57] I told chief not to start no beef\n[02:09.32] He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n[02:12.03] 'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n[02:14.73] Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n[02:17.48] 'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n[02:19.25] It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n[02:21.99] Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n[02:24.64] That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n[02:27.39] So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n[02:30.07] 'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n[02:31.88] I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n[02:34.68] While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n[02:37.30] The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:39.13] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:40.97] The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:43.66] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:46.36] The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:48.11] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:50.94] The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:53.62] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:57.27] I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n[02:59.91] I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n[03:02.65] I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n[03:04.48] 'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n[03:07.13] Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n[03:09.89] A fresh-ass out my notebook\n[03:11.65] Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n[03:14.46] I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n[03:17.11] You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n[03:19.88] 'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n[03:21.67] Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n[03:24.39] I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n[03:27.01] So I could just 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n[03:28.80] That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n[03:31.52] When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n[03:34.39] 'Cause 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Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the 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grill\n[01:39.16] Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n[01:41.35] 'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n[01:44.05] The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n[01:47.60] Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n[01:50.36] I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n[01:52.10] So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n[01:54.89] Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n[01:57.56] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n[02:00.28] Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n[02:03.07] So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n[02:04.72] 'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n[02:07.52] I told chief not to start no beef\n[02:09.37] He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n[02:12.06] 'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n[02:14.74] Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n[02:17.46] 'Cause I feel 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Daaam!\n\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nE-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\nI'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\nSo make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\nI walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\nI was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\nSo you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\nBring it on young one, so you can get done\nI got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-three million, five thousand flows\nAnd here's one more for the hoes\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nGeyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\nMakin' more dutch than Ross Perot\nCheck it out, yeah\nLike that, Xzibit all in your grill\nHah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\nThe hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\nKick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\nI'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\nSo the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\nMeans I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\nThe liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\nBustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\nSo I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\nI told chief not to start no beef\nHe tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\nDroppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\nThat's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\nI heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\nWhile I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nI've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\nI make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\nI used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\nWatts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\nA fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\nDan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\nI even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\nYou try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\nY'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\nI wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\nSo I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\nThat's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\nWhen I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\nLike a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\nIt's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nWell it's like this uh, it's like that\nLike that, word up, Alkaholiks\nX to the Z Xzibit\nIn the motherfuckin place, yeah\nLet me shout it out once, once, once\n\nTo my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\nTo my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\nTo my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\nTo my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\nTo that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\nTo that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\nTo my nigga all across the board\nThis is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\nUh, the freestyle flow dicks\nRico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\nYour whole damn crew will get wet up\nNineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\nYes, the freestyle flow on and on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daaam! (radio edit)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Daaam!\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Daaam! Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n  Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n  The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n  Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n  So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\n  I told chief not to start no beef\n  He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n  'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n  'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\n  Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n  That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n  'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n  I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n  While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n  I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n  I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n  'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n  Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n  A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\n  Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n  I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n  You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n  'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\n  So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\n  It's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n  Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n  X to the Z Xzibit\n  In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n\n  To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\n  To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\n  To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\n  To my nigga all across the board\n  This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\n  Uh, the freestyle flow dicks\n  Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\n  Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\n  Rico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\n  Your whole damn crew will get wet up\n  Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\n  Yes, the freestyle flow on and on\n"},{"id":15611167,"name":"Daaam! (a cappella)","trackName":"Daaam! (a cappella)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Daaam!","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daaam! Daaam!\n\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nE-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\nI'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\nSo make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\nI walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\nI was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\nSo you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\nBring it on young one, so you can get done\nI got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-three million, five thousand flows\nAnd here's one more for the hoes\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nGeyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\nMakin' more dutch than Ross Perot\nCheck it out, yeah\nLike that, Xzibit all in your grill\nHah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\nThe hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\nKick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\nI'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\nSo the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\nMeans I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\nThe liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\nBustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\nSo I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\nI told chief not to start no beef\nHe tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\nDroppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\nThat's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\nI heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\nWhile I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nI've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\nI make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\nI used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\nWatts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\nA fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\nDan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\nI even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\nYou try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\nY'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\nI wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\nSo I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\nThat's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\nWhen I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\nLike a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\nIt's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nWell it's like this uh, it's like that\nLike that, word up, Alkaholiks\nX to the Z Xzibit\nIn the motherfuckin place, yeah\nLet me shout it out once, once, once\n\nTo my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\nTo my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\nTo my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\nTo my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\nTo that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\nTo that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\nTo my nigga all across the board\nThis is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\nUh, the freestyle flow dicks\nRico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\nYour whole damn crew will get wet up\nNineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\nYes, the freestyle flow on and on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daaam! (a cappella)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Daaam!\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Daaam! Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n  Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n  The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n  Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n  So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\n  I told chief not to start no beef\n  He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n  'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n  'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\n  Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n  That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n  'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n  I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n  While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n  I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n  I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n  'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n  Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n  A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\n  Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n  I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n  You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n  'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\n  So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\n  It's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n  Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n  X to the Z Xzibit\n  In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n\n  To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\n  To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\n  To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\n  To my nigga all across the board\n  This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\n  Uh, the freestyle flow dicks\n  Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\n  Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\n  Rico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\n  Your whole damn crew will get wet up\n  Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\n  Yes, the freestyle flow on and on\n"},{"id":33629253,"name":"Daaam! 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Daaam!\n\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nE-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\nI'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\nSo make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\nI walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\nI was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\nSo you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\nBring it on young one, so you can get done\nI got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-three million, five thousand flows\nAnd here's one more for the hoes\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nGeyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\nMakin' more dutch than Ross Perot\nCheck it out, yeah\nLike that, Xzibit all in your grill\nHah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\nThe hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\nKick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\nI'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\nSo the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\nMeans I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\nThe liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\nBustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\nSo I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\nI told chief not to start no beef\nHe tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\nDroppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\nThat's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\nI heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\nWhile I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nI've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\nI make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\nI used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\nWatts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\nA fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\nDan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\nI even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\nYou try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\nY'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\nI wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\nSo I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\nThat's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\nWhen I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\nLike a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\nIt's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nWell it's like this uh, it's like that\nLike that, word up, Alkaholiks\nX to the Z Xzibit\nIn the motherfuckin place, yeah\nLet me shout it out once, once, once\n\nTo my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\nTo my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\nTo my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\nTo my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\nTo that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\nTo that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\nTo my nigga all across the board\nThis is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\nUh, the freestyle flow dicks\nRico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\nYour whole damn crew will get wet up\nNineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\nYes, the freestyle flow on and on","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.52] Daaam! Daaam!\n[00:18.07] Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:19.81] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:22.53] Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:25.32] Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:28.03] E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n[00:31.61] Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n[00:33.44] I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n[00:36.18] I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n[00:37.90] This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n[00:40.68] So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n[00:43.38] Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n[00:46.05] I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n[00:47.84] I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n[00:50.59] I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n[00:53.34] So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n[00:56.01] To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n[00:57.89] Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n[01:00.55] I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n[01:03.22] Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n[01:05.02] And here's one more for the hoes\n[01:06.85] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:09.58] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:12.24] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:15.08] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:16.84] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:19.54] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:22.29] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:24.99] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:27.65] Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n[01:31.44] Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n[01:33.31] Check it out, yeah\n[01:36.43] Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n[01:39.16] Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n[01:41.35] 'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n[01:44.05] The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n[01:47.60] Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n[01:50.36] I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n[01:52.10] So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n[01:54.89] Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n[01:57.56] The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n[02:00.28] Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n[02:03.07] So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n[02:04.72] 'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n[02:07.52] I told chief not to start no beef\n[02:09.37] He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n[02:12.06] 'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n[02:14.74] Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n[02:17.46] 'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n[02:19.21] It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n[02:21.96] Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n[02:24.68] That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n[02:27.36] So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n[02:30.05] 'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n[02:31.83] I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n[02:34.64] While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n[02:37.30] The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:39.18] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:40.94] The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:43.69] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:46.33] The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:48.18] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:50.91] The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:53.66] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:57.25] I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n[02:59.96] I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n[03:02.62] I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n[03:04.45] 'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n[03:07.13] Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n[03:09.82] A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n[03:11.64] Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n[03:14.40] I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n[03:17.10] You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n[03:19.81] 'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n[03:21.62] Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n[03:24.33] I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n[03:27.09] So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n[03:28.88] That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n[03:31.57] When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n[03:34.35] 'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n[03:37.00] Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n[03:39.73] It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n[03:41.54] I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n[03:44.26] And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n[03:46.99] It's like that\n[03:49.68] It's like this uh, it's like that\n[03:51.40] It's like this uh, it's like that\n[03:54.19] Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n[03:56.86] Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n[03:58.64] X to the Z Xzibit\n[04:01.39] In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n[04:03.19] Let me shout it out once, once, once\n[04:05.83] To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n[04:08.50] To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n[04:11.26] To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n[04:13.99] To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n[04:16.67] To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\n[04:18.49] To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\n[04:21.24] To my nigga all across the board\n[04:23.90] This is how it go and I won't leave 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 Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the 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Daaam!\n[00:18.07] Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:19.81] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:22.53] Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:25.32] Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[00:28.03] E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n[00:31.61] Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n[00:33.44] I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n[00:36.18] I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n[00:37.90] This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n[00:40.68] So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n[00:43.38] Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n[00:46.05] I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n[00:47.84] I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n[00:50.59] I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n[00:53.34] So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n[00:56.01] To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n[00:57.89] Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n[01:00.55] I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n[01:03.22] Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n[01:05.02] And here's one more for the hoes\n[01:06.85] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:09.58] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:12.24] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:15.08] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:16.84] Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:19.54] The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:22.29] The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:24.99] Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n[01:27.65] Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n[01:31.44] Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n[01:33.31] Check it out, yeah\n[01:36.43] Like that, Xzibit all in your 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\"Daaam!\"\n[02:53.66] The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n[02:57.25] I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n[02:59.96] I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n[03:02.62] I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n[03:04.45] 'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n[03:07.13] Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n[03:09.82] A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n[03:11.64] Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n[03:14.40] I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n[03:17.10] You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n[03:19.81] 'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n[03:21.62] Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n[03:24.33] I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n[03:27.09] So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n[03:28.88] That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n[03:31.57] When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n[03:34.35] 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Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n 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 Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n  Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n  The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n  Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n  So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\n  I told chief not to start no beef\n  He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n  'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n  'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\n  Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n  That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n  'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n  I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n  While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n  I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n  I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n  'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n  Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n  A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\n  Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n  I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n  You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n  'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\n  So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\n  It's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n  Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n  X to the Z Xzibit\n  In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n\n  To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\n  To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\n  To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\n  To my nigga all across the board\n  This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\n  Uh, the freestyle flow dicks\n  Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\n  Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\n  Rico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\n  Your whole damn crew will get wet up\n  Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\n  Yes, the freestyle flow on and on\n"},{"id":21258134,"name":"daaam (acapella)","trackName":"daaam (acapella)","artistName":"tha alkaholiks","albumName":"daaam CDS","duration":213.61125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daaam! Daaam!\n\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nE-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\nI'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\nSo make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\nI walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\nI was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\nSo you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\nBring it on young one, so you can get done\nI got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-three million, five thousand flows\nAnd here's one more for the hoes\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nGeyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\nMakin' more dutch than Ross Perot\nCheck it out, yeah\nLike that, Xzibit all in your grill\nHah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\nThe hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\nKick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\nI'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\nSo the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\nMeans I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\nThe liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\nBustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\nSo I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\nI told chief not to start no beef\nHe tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\nDroppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\nThat's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\nI heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\nWhile I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nI've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\nI make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\nI used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\nWatts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\nA fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\nDan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\nI even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\nYou try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\nY'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\nI wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\nSo I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\nThat's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\nWhen I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\nLike a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\nIt's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nWell it's like this uh, it's like that\nLike that, word up, Alkaholiks\nX to the Z Xzibit\nIn the motherfuckin place, yeah\nLet me shout it out once, once, once\n\nTo my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\nTo my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\nTo my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\nTo my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\nTo that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\nTo that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\nTo my nigga all across the board\nThis is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\nUh, the freestyle flow dicks\nRico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\nYour whole damn crew will get wet up\nNineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\nYes, the freestyle flow on and on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: daaam (acapella)\n  artist: tha alkaholiks\n  album: daaam CDS\n  duration_ms: 213611\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Daaam! Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n  Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n  The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n  Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n  So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\n  I told chief not to start no beef\n  He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n  'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n  'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\n  Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n  That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n  'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n  I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n  While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n  I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n  I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n  'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n  Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n  A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\n  Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n  I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n  You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n  'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\n  So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\n  It's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n  Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n  X to the Z Xzibit\n  In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n\n  To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\n  To 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Daaam!\n\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nE-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\nI'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\nSo make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\nI walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\nI was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\nSo you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\nBring it on young one, so you can get done\nI got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-three million, five thousand flows\nAnd here's one more for the hoes\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nGeyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\nMakin' more dutch than Ross Perot\nCheck it out, yeah\nLike that, Xzibit all in your grill\nHah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\nThe hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\nKick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\nI'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\nSo the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\nMeans I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\nThe liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\nBustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\nSo I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\nI told chief not to start no beef\nHe tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\nDroppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\nThat's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\nI heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\nWhile I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nI've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\nI make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\nI used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\nWatts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\nA fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\nDan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\nI even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\nYou try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\nY'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\nI wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\nSo I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\nThat's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\nWhen I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\nLike a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\nIt's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nWell it's like this uh, it's like that\nLike that, word up, Alkaholiks\nX to the Z Xzibit\nIn the motherfuckin place, yeah\nLet me shout it out once, once, once\n\nTo my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\nTo my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\nTo my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\nTo my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\nTo that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\nTo that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\nTo my nigga all across the board\nThis is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\nUh, the freestyle flow dicks\nRico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\nYour whole damn crew will get wet up\nNineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\nYes, the freestyle flow on and on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daaam! (Swift mix instrumental)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Daaam!\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Daaam! Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n  Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n  The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n  Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n  So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\n  I told chief not to start no beef\n  He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n  'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n  'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\n  Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n  That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n  'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n  I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n  While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n  I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n  I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n  'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n  Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n  A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\n  Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n  I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n  You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n  'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\n  So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\n  It's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n  Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n  X to the Z Xzibit\n  In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n\n  To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\n  To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\n  To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\n  To my nigga all across the board\n  This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\n  Uh, the freestyle flow dicks\n  Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\n  Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\n  Rico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\n  Your whole damn crew will get wet up\n  Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\n  Yes, the freestyle flow on and on\n"},{"id":28428543,"name":"DAAAM! (Swift Mix)","trackName":"DAAAM! (Swift Mix)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"DAAAM! (CDS)","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There go the bathroom right there\nYo, yo, just cause I had one, get this party started\nTwo, maybe two drinks sometime, what am I, alcoholic now?\nAye, aye, yo E-Swift, yeah drop that shit\nDAMN!!\nYeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah\nIt's the Alkaholik funk\nOne-two (DAMN!!), a-one-two, yeah (DAMN!!)\nYeah, a-one-two (DAMN!!), a-one-two\nIt's the Alkaholik funk (DAMN!!)\nYeah, yeah (DAMN!!), yeah, yeah, check it out, come on\n\nOoh we 'bout to clown, E-Swift get the rockets\nNiggas step back, I'm pullin rhymes out my pockets\nI drop bombs like my man Joe Louis\nSo all you can do is be the black and bluest\nThis ain't Monopoly, Tha Liks will never get the boot\nI got the kind of rhymes that make a fly girl poot\nYo, I'm the baddest now with a hit since Roberto Clemente\nOoh, my style is muy caliente\nI wail through hell and won't bust a sweat\nI'll walk through a rainstorm and still won't get wet\nSo you must have a loco motive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna run up, and suck a punk ceasin\nI bust through rhymes like Jerome Bettis\nI'm fresh as lettuce, the front row gets the wettest\nYou talk about a party, then I flex\nI'm walkin out the R-E-M-I-X\n\nTha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nEvery time I'm in your jam make you wanna say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nEvery time I'm in your jam make you wanna say (DAMN!!)\n\nWe are Tha Alkaholiks (DAMN!!)\nWe be rockin from coast to coast (DAMN!!)\nAnd when it come to fresh beats and rhymes (DAMN!!)\nYou know who got the most (DAMN!!)\nWe are Tha Alkaholiks (DAMN!!)\nWe be rockin from coast to coast (DAMN!!)\nAnd when it come to fresh beats and rhymes (DAMN!!)\nYou know who got the most (DAMN!!)\n\nYo, while he sound like he do, I keep to my own\nWith the Likwid-ass lyrics that y'all niggas gettin thrown\nSo I'm known in every zone for my style of entertainin\nI'll spray you with my beer and make y'all niggas think it's rainin\nThe Likwidator with the hardcore demeanors\nBustin out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Beemer\nSo I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\nCause I kill rhyme bandits barehanded\nLike Mr. Spock (Booyah, fat ass!)\nI told son not to pull that gun\nCause I be on him like a cheetah with no time to run\nCause I'm stronger than the borders on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin up your cities with Tha Alkaholik niggas\nCause I feel like bustin loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey Stoute deuce\nDroppin rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and olders\nWith your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists, get ready to rumble\nCause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutombo\nI heard your demo tape, that shit was faker than a scam\nWell I be droppin shit that make you say (DAMN!!)\n\nTha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\nTha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n\nI've been told that my style is so cold it make you cough\nTha Liks baby in the house about to go the fuck off\nYo, I used to have a curl but I cut my locks real low\nCause every weekend I had to spend on a pillow\nWatts, Willowbrook, even shook\nWhen I took, a fresh-ass hook out my notebook\nRap is fantastic, I love this game\nBut I can name a hundred MC's who all sound the same\nI drop back and throw my flow, but you missed it\nYou biscuit-eatin baboon rappin misfit\nAw bish, let me make a wish\nI wish white supremicist racists turn to fish\nSo I can hook em at the lake, break out the Shake n Bake\nAnd grub like I used to, pass the Red Rooster\nI walk down the street, niggas be like\n\"Yo, that's the nigga from the video\"\nLike a freak on a elevator, I'mma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro, with the, drunk funk flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my hoes from coast to coast\n\nTha Alkaholiks\nDAMN!!\nDAMN!!\nDAMN!!\nDAMN!!\nDAMN!!\nDAMN!!\nDAMN!!\nDAMN!!\nWettin up your whole area\nDon't worry about nothin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: DAAAM! (Swift Mix)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: DAAAM! 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(Buckwild Remix - Radio Edit)","trackName":"Daaam! (Buckwild Remix - Radio Edit)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Daaam!","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daaam! Daaam!\n\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nE-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\nI'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\nSo make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\nI walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\nI was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\nSo you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\nBring it on young one, so you can get done\nI got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-three million, five thousand flows\nAnd here's one more for the hoes\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nGeyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\nMakin' more dutch than Ross Perot\nCheck it out, yeah\nLike that, Xzibit all in your grill\nHah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\nThe hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\nKick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\nI'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\nSo the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\nMeans I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\nThe liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\nBustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\nSo I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\nI told chief not to start no beef\nHe tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\nDroppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\nThat's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\nI heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\nWhile I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nI've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\nI make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\nI used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\nWatts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\nA fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\nDan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\nI even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\nYou try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\nY'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\nI wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\nSo I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\nThat's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\nWhen I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\nLike a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\nIt's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nWell it's like this uh, it's like that\nLike that, word up, Alkaholiks\nX to the Z Xzibit\nIn the motherfuckin place, yeah\nLet me shout it out once, once, once\n\nTo my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\nTo my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\nTo my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\nTo my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\nTo that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\nTo that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\nTo my nigga all across the board\nThis is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\nUh, the freestyle flow dicks\nRico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\nYour whole damn crew will get wet up\nNineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\nYes, the freestyle flow on and on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daaam! (Buckwild Remix - Radio Edit)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Daaam!\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Daaam! Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n  Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n  The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n  Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n  So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\n  I told chief not to start no beef\n  He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n  'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n  'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\n  Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n  That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n  'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n  I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n  While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n  I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n  I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n  'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n  Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n  A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\n  Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n  I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n  You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n  'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\n  So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\n  It's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n  Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n  X to the Z Xzibit\n  In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n\n  To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\n  To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\n  To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\n  To my nigga all across the board\n  This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\n  Uh, the freestyle flow dicks\n  Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\n  Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\n  Rico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\n  Your whole damn crew will get wet up\n  Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\n  Yes, the freestyle flow on and on\n"},{"id":28493159,"name":"Daaam! - Buckwild Remix","trackName":"Daaam! - Buckwild Remix","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks, Buckwild","albumName":"Daaam!","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check it out y'all\nUh\nCheck it out\n\nAlkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nEvery time we make a jam, make you wanna say (DAMN!)\nAlkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nEvery time we make a jam, make you wanna say (DAMN!)\n\nE-Swift test the rocket launcher\nLet's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety flow shots\nI'm the, rhyme bomber droppin verbal studs\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the licks for slugs\nSo make room, for the crew of beasts that hunt\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin for the A's, O.G. was right cause rhyme pays\nI walked through a rainstorm I didn't even get wet\nI was bailin through hell I didn't even bust a sweat\nSo you must have a loco motive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up in sucker punk season\nBring it on young one so you can get done\nI got more styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-one million five thousand flows\nAnd here's one more for the hoes\n\nThe Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nEvery time we make a jam, make you wanna say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nEvery time we make a jam, make you wanna say (DAMN!)\n\nDOWN, DOW, DOW, DOW\nCome on!\nGet down\nCome on\nDOW, DOW, DOW\nGame on!\nGet down\nCome on\nDOW, DOW, DOW\nE-Swift!\nGet down\nCome on\nDOW, DOW, DOW\nYo boy!\nGet down\n\nKick your, dopest rhyme I break it up like third base\nI'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin beer in your face\nSo the ninety-four dilemma, for my niggas that remember\nMeans I'm steppin to the mic with lyrics colder than December\nThe liquidator with the hardcore demeanors\nBustin out the perpetrators, I see through em like a Zima\nThough I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\nCause I kill rhyme bandits barehanded like Mr. Spock\nI told Chief not to start no beef\nHe tried to shoot me with his gun I caught the bullet with my teeth\nCause I'm stronger than the quarters on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\nCause I feel like bustin loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce-deuce\nDroppin rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\nWith your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists get ready to rumble\nCause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutombo\nI heard your demo tape, that shit was faker than a scam\nWell I been droppin shit that make you say\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (DAMN!)\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n\nI been told that my style is so cold it make your nose runny\nJ, I make the ladies say (Make money money!)\nI used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\nCause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\nWatts, Willowbrook, even shook\nWhen I took, a fresh-ass hook out my notebook\nDah-na-nah, dah-na-nah, I love sports\nI even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\nYou try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\nCause I been movin ahead since the day I learned to crawl\nY'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\nI wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\nSo I can just hook em, take em home and cook em\nThat's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\nWhen I walk down the street I leave my feetprints in the concrete\nCause I'm fat, meanin, I'm so complete\nLike a freak on the elevator I'mma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro, with the, inebriated flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my peoples from coast to coast\n\nIt's like this-ah, it's like that\nIt's like this-ah, it's like that\nIt's like this-ah, it's like that\nWord up, Alkaholiks shit\nX to the Z inflictor in the muthafuckin place\nLet me shout it out once, once, once\nTo my nigga King Tee, ya don't stop\nTo my nigga Diamond D, ya don't stop\nTo my nigga DJ Pooh, ya don't stop\nTo my nigga J-Ro, ya don't stop\nTo that nigga E-Swift, ya don't stop\nTo that nigga D-Pimp, ya don't stop\nTo my nigga, all, across the board\nThis is how it go, with the word\nToo much hood, the freestyle flows hit\nRico's in the house and I'm 'bout to bust a lip\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house and I'm 'bout to bust a lip\nRico's in the house and I'm 'bout to bust a lip\nRico's in the house and I'm 'bout to bust a lip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daaam! - Buckwild Remix\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks, Buckwild\n  album: Daaam!\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check it out y'all\n  Uh\n  Check it out\n\n  Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  Every time we make a jam, make you wanna say (DAMN!)\n  Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  Every time we make a jam, make you wanna say (DAMN!)\n\n  E-Swift test the rocket launcher\n  Let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety flow shots\n  I'm the, rhyme bomber droppin verbal studs\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the licks for slugs\n  So make room, for the crew of beasts that hunt\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin for the A's, O.G. was right cause rhyme pays\n  I walked through a rainstorm I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailin through hell I didn't even bust a sweat\n  So you must have a loco motive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up in sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one so you can get done\n  I got more styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-one million five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  The Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  Every time we make a jam, make you wanna say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  Every time we make a jam, make you wanna say (DAMN!)\n\n  DOWN, DOW, DOW, DOW\n  Come on!\n  Get down\n  Come on\n  DOW, DOW, DOW\n  Game on!\n  Get down\n  Come on\n  DOW, DOW, DOW\n  E-Swift!\n  Get down\n  Come on\n  DOW, DOW, DOW\n  Yo boy!\n  Get down\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I break it up like third base\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin beer in your face\n  So the ninety-four dilemma, for my niggas that remember\n  Means I'm steppin to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n  The liquidator with the hardcore demeanors\n  Bustin out the perpetrators, I see through em like a Zima\n  Though I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  Cause I kill rhyme bandits barehanded like Mr. Spock\n  I told Chief not to start no beef\n  He tried to shoot me with his gun I caught the bullet with my teeth\n  Cause I'm stronger than the quarters on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n  Cause I feel like bustin loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce-deuce\n  Droppin rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n  With your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists get ready to rumble\n  Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutombo\n  I heard your demo tape, that shit was faker than a scam\n  Well I been droppin shit that make you say\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (DAMN!)\n\n  I been told that my style is so cold it make your nose runny\n  J, I make the ladies say (Make money money!)\n  I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n  Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n  Watts, Willowbrook, even shook\n  When I took, a fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n  Dah-na-nah, dah-na-nah, I love sports\n  I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n  You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n  Cause I been movin ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n  So I can just hook em, take em home and cook em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the street I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  Cause I'm fat, meanin, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on the elevator I'mma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro, with the, inebriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my peoples from coast to coast\n\n  It's like this-ah, it's like that\n  It's like this-ah, it's like that\n  It's like this-ah, it's like that\n  Word up, Alkaholiks shit\n  X to the Z inflictor in the muthafuckin place\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n  To my nigga King Tee, ya don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, ya don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, ya don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, ya don't stop\n  To that nigga E-Swift, ya don't stop\n  To that nigga D-Pimp, ya don't stop\n  To my nigga, all, across the board\n  This is how it go, with the word\n  Too much hood, the freestyle flows hit\n  Rico's in the house and I'm 'bout to bust a lip\n  Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\n  Rico's in the house and I'm 'bout to bust a lip\n  Rico's in the house and I'm 'bout to bust a lip\n  Rico's in the house and I'm 'bout to bust a lip\n"},{"id":24022662,"name":"Daaam (Swift Mix Instrumental)","trackName":"Daaam (Swift Mix Instrumental)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Daaam CDM","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daaam! Daaam!\n\nAlkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nAlkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nE-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\nShow 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\nI'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\nI write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\nThis ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\nSo make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\nYo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\nI'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\nI walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\nI was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\nSo you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\nTo wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\nBring it on young one, so you can get done\nI got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\nNinety-three million, five thousand flows\nAnd here's one more for the hoes\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nAlkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nEverytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nGeyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\nMakin' more dutch than Ross Perot\nCheck it out, yeah\nLike that, Xzibit all in your grill\nHah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\nThe hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\nKick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\nI'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\nSo the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\nMeans I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\nThe liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\nBustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\nSo I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\nI told chief not to start no beef\nHe tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\nHittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\nIt's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\nDroppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\nThat's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\nSo rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\nI heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\nWhile I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nThe Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\nThe Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\nI've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\nI make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\nI used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\nWatts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\nA fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\nDan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\nI even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\nYou try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\nY'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\nI wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\nSo I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\nThat's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\nWhen I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\nLike a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\nIt's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\nI hate to boast but I'm the host with most\nAnd I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\nIt's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nIt's like this uh, it's like that\nWell it's like this uh, it's like that\nLike that, word up, Alkaholiks\nX to the Z Xzibit\nIn the motherfuckin place, yeah\nLet me shout it out once, once, once\n\nTo my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\nTo my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\nTo my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\nTo my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\nTo that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\nTo that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\nTo my nigga all across the board\nThis is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\nUh, the freestyle flow dicks\nRico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\nDon't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\nRico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\nYour whole damn crew will get wet up\nNineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\nYes, the freestyle flow on and on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daaam (Swift Mix Instrumental)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Daaam CDM\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Daaam! Daaam!\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam, make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  E-Swift, test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot\n  Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot\n  I'm the brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds\n  I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds\n  This ain't baseball, naw, the Liks won't slump\n  So make room for the crew with beats the jump\n\n  Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays\n  I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays\n  I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet\n  I was bailing through Hell, I didn't even bust a sweat\n\n  So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna step up, it's sucker punk season\n  Bring it on young one, so you can get done\n  I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun\n  Ninety-three million, five thousand flows\n  And here's one more for the hoes\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Alkaholiks got the freestyle that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo'\n  Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot\n  Check it out, yeah\n  Like that, Xzibit all in your grill\n  Hah, that's that nigga Xzibit, yeah\n  'Cause in ninety-four it's all about the flows\n  The hoes and the forty-o's, nigga!\n\n  Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass\n  I'm from the crew that sets it off by sprayin' beer in your face\n  So the ninety-four to them for my niggaz that remember\n  Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December\n  The liquidator with the hardcore demanor's\n  Bustin' out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima\n  So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr. Spock\n\n  I told chief not to start no beef\n  He tried to shoot me with his gun, I caught the bullet with my teeth\n  'Cause I'm stronger than the bull that's on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin' up your cities with the Alkaholik sticker\n  'Cause I feel like bustin' loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey's deuce deuce\n\n  Droppin' rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and older\n  That's what your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists, \"Get ready to rumble!\"\n  'Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutumbo\n  I heard your demo tape that shit was faker than a scam\n  While I be droppin' shit that make you say\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  The Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n  The Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say, \"Daaam!\"\n\n  I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and J\n  I make the ladies say, \"Make money, money!\"\n  I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low\n  'Cause every weekend I had a spin on the pillow\n  Watts, Willabrooke, even shook, when I took\n  A fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n\n  Dan na dah, dan na dah, I love sports\n  I even watch soccer and the girls on the tennis courts\n  You try to tackle me, you couldn't make me fall\n  'Cause I been movin' ahead since the day I learned to crawl\n  Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish\n  I wish all the punk MC's turn to fish\n\n  So I could just hook 'em, take 'em home and cook 'em\n  That's how I floss, yo pass the hot sauce\n  When I walk down the streets I leave my feetprints in the concrete\n  'Cause I'm fat, meaning, I'm so complete\n  Like a freak on an elevator, I'ma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro with the inebiriated flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my people's from coast to coast\n\n  It's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  It's like this uh, it's like that\n  Well it's like this uh, it's like that\n  Like that, word up, Alkaholiks\n  X to the Z Xzibit\n  In the motherfuckin place, yeah\n  Let me shout it out once, once, once\n\n  To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop\n  To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop\n  To my nigga DJ Pooh, you don't stop\n  To my nigga J-Ro, you don't stop\n\n  To that nigga E-Swift, you don't stop\n  To that nigga D Pimp, you don't stop\n  To my nigga all across the board\n  This is how it go and I won't leave you, sore\n\n  Uh, the freestyle flow dicks\n  Rico's in the house and I'm from the fuckin' Liks\n  Don't perpetrate or you get perpetrated\n  Rico's in the house, yes, yes, my niggaz made the whole set up\n  Your whole damn crew will get wet up\n  Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up\n  Yes, the freestyle flow on and on\n"},{"id":40158299,"name":"DAAAM! 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(Swift Mix Instr.)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: DAAAM! (CDS)\n  duration_ms: 272353\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  There go the bathroom right there\n  Yo, yo, just cause I had one, get this party started\n  Two, maybe two drinks sometime, what am I, alcoholic now?\n  Aye, aye, yo E-Swift, yeah drop that shit\n  DAMN!!\n  Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah\n  It's the Alkaholik funk\n  One-two (DAMN!!), a-one-two, yeah (DAMN!!)\n  Yeah, a-one-two (DAMN!!), a-one-two\n  It's the Alkaholik funk (DAMN!!)\n  Yeah, yeah (DAMN!!), yeah, yeah, check it out, come on\n\n  Ooh we 'bout to clown, E-Swift get the rockets\n  Niggas step back, I'm pullin rhymes out my pockets\n  I drop bombs like my man Joe Louis\n  So all you can do is be the black and bluest\n  This ain't Monopoly, Tha Liks will never get the boot\n  I got the kind of rhymes that make a fly girl poot\n  Yo, I'm the baddest now with a hit since Roberto Clemente\n  Ooh, my style is muy caliente\n  I wail through hell and won't bust a sweat\n  I'll walk through a rainstorm and still won't get wet\n  So you must have a loco motive, I mean a crazy reason\n  To wanna run up, and suck a punk ceasin\n  I bust through rhymes like Jerome Bettis\n  I'm fresh as lettuce, the front row gets the wettest\n  You talk about a party, then I flex\n  I'm walkin out the R-E-M-I-X\n\n  Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Every time I'm in your jam make you wanna say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got beats that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got rhymes that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Every time I'm in your jam make you wanna say (DAMN!!)\n\n  We are Tha Alkaholiks (DAMN!!)\n  We be rockin from coast to coast (DAMN!!)\n  And when it come to fresh beats and rhymes (DAMN!!)\n  You know who got the most (DAMN!!)\n  We are Tha Alkaholiks (DAMN!!)\n  We be rockin from coast to coast (DAMN!!)\n  And when it come to fresh beats and rhymes (DAMN!!)\n  You know who got the most (DAMN!!)\n\n  Yo, while he sound like he do, I keep to my own\n  With the Likwid-ass lyrics that y'all niggas gettin thrown\n  So I'm known in every zone for my style of entertainin\n  I'll spray you with my beer and make y'all niggas think it's rainin\n  The Likwidator with the hardcore demeanors\n  Bustin out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Beemer\n  So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock\n  Cause I kill rhyme bandits barehanded\n  Like Mr. Spock (Booyah, fat ass!)\n  I told son not to pull that gun\n  Cause I be on him like a cheetah with no time to run\n  Cause I'm stronger than the borders on the Schlitz Malt Liquor\n  Hittin up your cities with Tha Alkaholik niggas\n  Cause I feel like bustin loose\n  It's the wicked pain inflictor with the Mickey Stoute deuce\n  Droppin rhymes like a boulder on the twenty-one and olders\n  With your momma with my picture tattooed on her shoulder\n  So rap artists, get ready to rumble\n  Cause I got lyrics up my sleeve that slam harder than Mutombo\n  I heard your demo tape, that shit was faker than a scam\n  Well I be droppin shit that make you say (DAMN!!)\n\n  Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got the flows that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n  Tha Alkaholiks got the hoes that'll make you say (DAMN!!)\n\n  I've been told that my style is so cold it make you cough\n  Tha Liks baby in the house about to go the fuck off\n  Yo, I used to have a curl but I cut my locks real low\n  Cause every weekend I had to spend on a pillow\n  Watts, Willowbrook, even shook\n  When I took, a fresh-ass hook out my notebook\n  Rap is fantastic, I love this game\n  But I can name a hundred MC's who all sound the same\n  I drop back and throw my flow, but you missed it\n  You biscuit-eatin baboon rappin misfit\n  Aw bish, let me make a wish\n  I wish white supremicist racists turn to fish\n  So I can hook em at the lake, break out the Shake n Bake\n  And grub like I used to, pass the Red Rooster\n  I walk down the street, niggas be like\n  \"Yo, that's the nigga from the video\"\n  Like a freak on a elevator, I'mma fuck you up\n  It's the Ro, with the, drunk funk flow\n  I hate to boast but I'm the host with most\n  And I'm ghost, here's a toast to my hoes from coast to coast\n\n  Tha Alkaholiks\n  DAMN!!\n  DAMN!!\n  DAMN!!\n  DAMN!!\n  DAMN!!\n  DAMN!!\n  DAMN!!\n  DAMN!!\n  Wettin up your whole area\n  Don't worry about nothin\n"}]