[{"id":32583373,"name":"Make Room (Rock version)","trackName":"Make Room (Rock version)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Daaam!","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park\nWhen other rappers are hittin' bunts\nI'm a talker, not a Focker, except when I run and don't do stunts\nI got soul power, never took a cold shower\nNever had a girlfriend the color of cookin' flour\nYou can call me sleazy 'cause my rhymes are kinda greasy\nSome brothers wear crimps 'cause it ain't easy bein' Peezy\nLike a kung fu flick, stick you in the dick with my toothpick\nTell 'em Rick (You're hittin' harder than a fuckin' brick)\nI like hoes and clothes, but like 'em better in the sheets\n\nI rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets\nAmazin' feat, woo, it could happen every day\n\nWhen the Ro to the J bring his ass out to play\nI weigh 180 but I'm fat\nI ki- I kick up dust when I bust like a gat\nTha Alkaholik crew, and what we're here to do\n\nIs rock the show, knock a ho, and crack another brew\nMake room!\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha)\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble\nAnd I'm drivin' you, just (Make room!)\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble\nNow (Make room!)\n\nI'm bomb, steppin' in, causin' problems\nRappin' like it's Y2K, somethin' to holler (Okay, uh)\nSpooky Van, make room and do not a-bother\nLight up my match and smoke 'em like you a barber (Make room!)\nSip-sippin' this forty just like it's water\nUh-huh, just like it's water, what's up?)\nThey are always Alkohol-alkoholic\nThey gon' hear me rappin' from underneath of the bar (Yes, sir)\nSaid make room for the loud one smokin' marijuana (Go, go, make room!)\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha)\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble\nAnd I'm drivin' you, just (Make room!)\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble\nNow (Make room!)\n\nDoper, doper, dissin', poppin' with the quickness\nKing Tee and the ocky, straight gettin' down to business\nIt's all about the licks 'cause we're heavy on the kicks\nBut we're easy on the treble (Adjust my mic level)\nSo fools can hear me mic checkin' all the way in China\nThe skills you can't front on, the Alkaholik rhymer\n\nCould rip a show or tour it, so I always test my talents\nBut my words don't be slurrin', I never lose my balance\nBut that's 'cause I'm slick, tossin' bottles like a discus\nThe licks could rock a party from Halloween to Christmas\n\nThat's why I'm screamin' on MCs like I'm Onyx\nI'm off on gin and tonic like your mama's Hooked on Phonics\nSo when we steppin' through with the thirty-two of brew\nNiggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\nWhen we steppin' through with the thirty-two of brew\nNiggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\nMake room!\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha)\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble\nAnd I'm drivin' you, just (Make room!)\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble\nNow (Make room!)\n\nIt's about high respect, money comes next\nAfter booty phones come the hoes and the sex\n\nGirl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew\nYeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me and you?\n'Cause I don't give a fuck who your cousin used to fuck\n'Cause I just wanna fuck, damn, I wanna fuck\nSo unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper\nThe slim, light-skinned coochie slapper\nPull over to the side so I can roll up the indo\nGot the bitch head bumpin' on the front window\nWham, bam, I spank your ma'am\nI wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb\n\nI blow into the mic when I check it\nHad hoes gettin' naked way before I made a record\nI smoke a gang of liquor, drink a gang of boom\nLike Ted, I got a zoom-zoom, so make room","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make Room (Rock version)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Daaam!\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park\n  When other rappers are hittin' bunts\n  I'm a talker, not a Focker, except when I run and don't do stunts\n  I got soul power, never took a cold shower\n  Never had a girlfriend the color of cookin' flour\n  You can call me sleazy 'cause my rhymes are kinda greasy\n  Some brothers wear crimps 'cause it ain't easy bein' Peezy\n  Like a kung fu flick, stick you in the dick with my toothpick\n  Tell 'em Rick (You're hittin' harder than a fuckin' brick)\n  I like hoes and clothes, but like 'em better in the sheets\n\n  I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets\n  Amazin' feat, woo, it could happen every day\n\n  When the Ro to the J bring his ass out to play\n  I weigh 180 but I'm fat\n  I ki- I kick up dust when I bust like a gat\n  Tha Alkaholik crew, and what we're here to do\n\n  Is rock the show, knock a ho, and crack another brew\n  Make room!\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha)\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble\n  And I'm drivin' you, just (Make room!)\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble\n  Now (Make room!)\n\n  I'm bomb, steppin' in, causin' problems\n  Rappin' like it's Y2K, somethin' to holler (Okay, uh)\n  Spooky Van, make room and do not a-bother\n  Light up my match and smoke 'em like you a barber (Make room!)\n  Sip-sippin' this forty just like it's water\n  Uh-huh, just like it's water, what's up?)\n  They are always Alkohol-alkoholic\n  They gon' hear me rappin' from underneath of the bar (Yes, sir)\n  Said make room for the loud one smokin' marijuana (Go, go, make room!)\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha)\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble\n  And I'm drivin' you, just (Make room!)\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble\n  Now (Make room!)\n\n  Doper, doper, dissin', poppin' with the quickness\n  King Tee and the ocky, straight gettin' down to business\n  It's all about the licks 'cause we're heavy on the kicks\n  But we're easy on the treble (Adjust my mic level)\n  So fools can hear me mic checkin' all the way in China\n  The skills you can't front on, the Alkaholik rhymer\n\n  Could rip a show or tour it, so I always test my talents\n  But my words don't be slurrin', I never lose my balance\n  But that's 'cause I'm slick, tossin' bottles like a discus\n  The licks could rock a party from Halloween to Christmas\n\n  That's why I'm screamin' on MCs like I'm Onyx\n  I'm off on gin and tonic like your mama's Hooked on Phonics\n  So when we steppin' through with the thirty-two of brew\n  Niggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n  When we steppin' through with the thirty-two of brew\n  Niggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n  Make room!\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha)\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble\n  And I'm drivin' you, just (Make room!)\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble\n  Now (Make room!)\n\n  It's about high respect, money comes next\n  After booty phones come the hoes and the sex\n\n  Girl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew\n  Yeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me and you?\n  'Cause I don't give a fuck who your cousin used to fuck\n  'Cause I just wanna fuck, damn, I wanna fuck\n  So unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper\n  The slim, light-skinned coochie slapper\n  Pull over to the side so I can roll up the indo\n  Got the bitch head bumpin' on the front window\n  Wham, bam, I spank your ma'am\n  I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb\n\n  I blow into the mic when I check it\n  Had hoes gettin' naked way before I made a record\n  I smoke a gang of liquor, drink a gang of boom\n  Like Ted, I got a zoom-zoom, so make room\n"},{"id":29332795,"name":"Make Room (Rock version) [Rerecorded]","trackName":"Make Room (Rock version) [Rerecorded]","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Daaam!","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park\nWith other rappers and hittin' punts\nI'm a talker, not a focker, sippin' runts and don't do stunts\nI got soul power, never took a cold shower\nNever had a girlfriend the color of cookin' flour\nYou can call me sleazy 'cause my rhymes are kinda greasy\nSome brothers wear cranks 'cause it ain't easy bein' peasy\nLike a kung fu flick, stick you in the dick with my toothpick\nTell 'em, Rick (Your headin' hotter than a fuckin' brick)\nI like hoes in clothes but like 'em better in the sheets\n\nI rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets\nAmazin' feat', woo, can happen everyday\nWhen the road to the J bring his ass out to play\nI weigh 180 but I'm fat\nI ki-, I kick up dust when I bust like a gat\nTha Alkaholik crew and what we're here to do\n\nIs rock the show, knock a ho, and crack another brew\nMake room!\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(And I'm drunk)\nCan you just (Make room!)\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(Make room!)\n\nI'm BONES, steppin' in, causin' problems\nRappin' like it's Y2K, somethin' to ball on (Okay, uh)\nSpooky Bam, make room, man, do not applaud him\nLight up my match and smoke him like he a Marlboro (Make room!)\nSip, sippin' this 40 just like it's\nWater (Uh-huh, just like it's water)\nJ, uh, O, this is Alkahol, Alkaholik (What's up?)\nThey gon' hear me rappin' from even he's in a bar (Yes sir)\nSaid make room, fill out, while I\nSmoke a Lambo' out (Go, go, make room!)\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(And I'm drunk)\nCan you just (Make room!)\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(Make room!)\n\nDooper, dooper gets it poppin' with the quickness\nKing Tee and the Akhi straight gettin' down to business\nIt's all about the Liks 'cause we're heavy on the kicks\nBut we're easy on the treble, adjust my mic level\nSo fools can hear me mic checkin' all the way in China\nThe skills you can't front on, the Alkaholik rhymer\nCould rip a show or tour up, so I always flex my talons\nBut my words don't be slurrin', I never lose my balance\nBut that's 'cause I'm slick, tossin' bottles like a discus\nThe Liks can rock a party from Halloween to Christmas\n\nThat's why I'm screamin' on MCs like I'm Onyx\nI'm hooked on gin and tonic like your mama's hooked on phonics\nSo when we steppin' through with the 32 of brew\nNiggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n\nWhen we steppin' through with the 32 of brew\nNiggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n(Make room!)\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(And I'm drunk)\nCan you just (Make room!)\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(Make room!)\n\nI respect, money comes next\nAfter groupie hoes come the hoes and the sex\n\nGirl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew\nYeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me and you?\n'Cause I don't give a fuck who your cousin used to fuck\n'Cause I just wanna fuck, damn, I wanna fuck\nSo unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper\nThe skin, light-skinned coochie slapper\nPull over to the side so I can roll up the indo\n\nGot the bitch head bumpin' on the front window\nWham, bam, I spanked your ma'am\nI wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb\nI blow into the mic when I check it\nHad hoes gettin' naked way before I made a record\nI smoke a gang of liquor, drink a gang of boom\nLike Ted, I gotta zoom-zoom, so make room","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make Room (Rock version) [Rerecorded]\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Daaam!\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park\n  With other rappers and hittin' punts\n  I'm a talker, not a focker, sippin' runts and don't do stunts\n  I got soul power, never took a cold shower\n  Never had a girlfriend the color of cookin' flour\n  You can call me sleazy 'cause my rhymes are kinda greasy\n  Some brothers wear cranks 'cause it ain't easy bein' peasy\n  Like a kung fu flick, stick you in the dick with my toothpick\n  Tell 'em, Rick (Your headin' hotter than a fuckin' brick)\n  I like hoes in clothes but like 'em better in the sheets\n\n  I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets\n  Amazin' feat', woo, can happen everyday\n  When the road to the J bring his ass out to play\n  I weigh 180 but I'm fat\n  I ki-, I kick up dust when I bust like a gat\n  Tha Alkaholik crew and what we're here to do\n\n  Is rock the show, knock a ho, and crack another brew\n  Make room!\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (And I'm drunk)\n  Can you just (Make room!)\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (Make room!)\n\n  I'm BONES, steppin' in, causin' problems\n  Rappin' like it's Y2K, somethin' to ball on (Okay, uh)\n  Spooky Bam, make room, man, do not applaud him\n  Light up my match and smoke him like he a Marlboro (Make room!)\n  Sip, sippin' this 40 just like it's\n  Water (Uh-huh, just like it's water)\n  J, uh, O, this is Alkahol, Alkaholik (What's up?)\n  They gon' hear me rappin' from even he's in a bar (Yes sir)\n  Said make room, fill out, while I\n  Smoke a Lambo' out (Go, go, make room!)\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (And I'm drunk)\n  Can you just (Make room!)\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (Make room!)\n\n  Dooper, dooper gets it poppin' with the quickness\n  King Tee and the Akhi straight gettin' down to business\n  It's all about the Liks 'cause we're heavy on the kicks\n  But we're easy on the treble, adjust my mic level\n  So fools can hear me mic checkin' all the way in China\n  The skills you can't front on, the Alkaholik rhymer\n  Could rip a show or tour up, so I always flex my talons\n  But my words don't be slurrin', I never lose my balance\n  But that's 'cause I'm slick, tossin' bottles like a discus\n  The Liks can rock a party from Halloween to Christmas\n\n  That's why I'm screamin' on MCs like I'm Onyx\n  I'm hooked on gin and tonic like your mama's hooked on phonics\n  So when we steppin' through with the 32 of brew\n  Niggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n\n  When we steppin' through with the 32 of brew\n  Niggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n  (Make room!)\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (And I'm drunk)\n  Can you just (Make room!)\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (Make room!)\n\n  I respect, money comes next\n  After groupie hoes come the hoes and the sex\n\n  Girl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew\n  Yeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me and you?\n  'Cause I don't give a fuck who your cousin used to fuck\n  'Cause I just wanna fuck, damn, I wanna fuck\n  So unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper\n  The skin, light-skinned coochie slapper\n  Pull over to the side so I can roll up the indo\n\n  Got the bitch head bumpin' on the front window\n  Wham, bam, I spanked your ma'am\n  I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb\n  I blow into the mic when I check it\n  Had hoes gettin' naked way before I made a record\n  I smoke a gang of liquor, drink a gang of boom\n  Like Ted, I gotta zoom-zoom, so make room\n"},{"id":32105151,"name":"Make Room (Rock version) [Rerecorded] (feat. spookybands)","trackName":"Make Room (Rock version) [Rerecorded] (feat. spookybands)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Daaam!","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park\nWith other rappers and hittin' punts\nI'm a talker, not a focker, sippin' runts and don't do stunts\nI got soul power, never took a cold shower\nNever had a girlfriend the color of cookin' flour\nYou can call me sleazy 'cause my rhymes are kinda greasy\nSome brothers wear cranks 'cause it ain't easy bein' peasy\nLike a kung fu flick, stick you in the dick with my toothpick\nTell 'em, Rick (Your headin' hotter than a fuckin' brick)\nI like hoes in clothes but like 'em better in the sheets\n\nI rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets\nAmazin' feat', woo, can happen everyday\nWhen the road to the J bring his ass out to play\nI weigh 180 but I'm fat\nI ki-, I kick up dust when I bust like a gat\nTha Alkaholik crew and what we're here to do\n\nIs rock the show, knock a ho, and crack another brew\nMake room!\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(And I'm drunk)\nCan you just (Make room!)\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(Make room!)\n\nI'm BONES, steppin' in, causin' problems\nRappin' like it's Y2K, somethin' to ball on (Okay, uh)\nSpooky Bam, make room, man, do not applaud him\nLight up my match and smoke him like he a Marlboro (Make room!)\nSip, sippin' this 40 just like it's\nWater (Uh-huh, just like it's water)\nJ, uh, O, this is Alkahol, Alkaholik (What's up?)\nThey gon' hear me rappin' from even he's in a bar (Yes sir)\nSaid make room, fill out, while I\nSmoke a Lambo' out (Go, go, make room!)\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(And I'm drunk)\nCan you just (Make room!)\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(Make room!)\n\nDooper, dooper gets it poppin' with the quickness\nKing Tee and the Akhi straight gettin' down to business\nIt's all about the Liks 'cause we're heavy on the kicks\nBut we're easy on the treble, adjust my mic level\nSo fools can hear me mic checkin' all the way in China\nThe skills you can't front on, the Alkaholik rhymer\nCould rip a show or tour up, so I always flex my talons\nBut my words don't be slurrin', I never lose my balance\nBut that's 'cause I'm slick, tossin' bottles like a discus\nThe Liks can rock a party from Halloween to Christmas\n\nThat's why I'm screamin' on MCs like I'm Onyx\nI'm hooked on gin and tonic like your mama's hooked on phonics\nSo when we steppin' through with the 32 of brew\nNiggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n\nWhen we steppin' through with the 32 of brew\nNiggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n(Make room!)\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(And I'm drunk)\nCan you just (Make room!)\nIt's not 'cause I'm seein' double\nIt's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\nIt's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n(Make room!)\n\nI respect, money comes next\nAfter groupie hoes come the hoes and the sex\n\nGirl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew\nYeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me and you?\n'Cause I don't give a fuck who your cousin used to fuck\n'Cause I just wanna fuck, damn, I wanna fuck\nSo unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper\nThe skin, light-skinned coochie slapper\nPull over to the side so I can roll up the indo\n\nGot the bitch head bumpin' on the front window\nWham, bam, I spanked your ma'am\nI wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb\nI blow into the mic when I check it\nHad hoes gettin' naked way before I made a record\nI smoke a gang of liquor, drink a gang of boom\nLike Ted, I gotta zoom-zoom, so make room","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make Room (Rock version) [Rerecorded] (feat. spookybands)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Daaam!\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I knock 'em, knock 'em out the park\n  With other rappers and hittin' punts\n  I'm a talker, not a focker, sippin' runts and don't do stunts\n  I got soul power, never took a cold shower\n  Never had a girlfriend the color of cookin' flour\n  You can call me sleazy 'cause my rhymes are kinda greasy\n  Some brothers wear cranks 'cause it ain't easy bein' peasy\n  Like a kung fu flick, stick you in the dick with my toothpick\n  Tell 'em, Rick (Your headin' hotter than a fuckin' brick)\n  I like hoes in clothes but like 'em better in the sheets\n\n  I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets\n  Amazin' feat', woo, can happen everyday\n  When the road to the J bring his ass out to play\n  I weigh 180 but I'm fat\n  I ki-, I kick up dust when I bust like a gat\n  Tha Alkaholik crew and what we're here to do\n\n  Is rock the show, knock a ho, and crack another brew\n  Make room!\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (And I'm drunk)\n  Can you just (Make room!)\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (Make room!)\n\n  I'm BONES, steppin' in, causin' problems\n  Rappin' like it's Y2K, somethin' to ball on (Okay, uh)\n  Spooky Bam, make room, man, do not applaud him\n  Light up my match and smoke him like he a Marlboro (Make room!)\n  Sip, sippin' this 40 just like it's\n  Water (Uh-huh, just like it's water)\n  J, uh, O, this is Alkahol, Alkaholik (What's up?)\n  They gon' hear me rappin' from even he's in a bar (Yes sir)\n  Said make room, fill out, while I\n  Smoke a Lambo' out (Go, go, make room!)\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (And I'm drunk)\n  Can you just (Make room!)\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (Make room!)\n\n  Dooper, dooper gets it poppin' with the quickness\n  King Tee and the Akhi straight gettin' down to business\n  It's all about the Liks 'cause we're heavy on the kicks\n  But we're easy on the treble, adjust my mic level\n  So fools can hear me mic checkin' all the way in China\n  The skills you can't front on, the Alkaholik rhymer\n  Could rip a show or tour up, so I always flex my talons\n  But my words don't be slurrin', I never lose my balance\n  But that's 'cause I'm slick, tossin' bottles like a discus\n  The Liks can rock a party from Halloween to Christmas\n\n  That's why I'm screamin' on MCs like I'm Onyx\n  I'm hooked on gin and tonic like your mama's hooked on phonics\n  So when we steppin' through with the 32 of brew\n  Niggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n\n  When we steppin' through with the 32 of brew\n  Niggas better make way for Tha Alkaholik crew\n  (Make room!)\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble (Ha!)\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (And I'm drunk)\n  Can you just (Make room!)\n  It's not 'cause I'm seein' double\n  It's not 'cause we're causin' trouble\n  It's not 'cause you're in a bubble now\n  (Make room!)\n\n  I respect, money comes next\n  After groupie hoes come the hoes and the sex\n\n  Girl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew\n  Yeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me and you?\n  'Cause I don't give a fuck who your cousin used to fuck\n  'Cause I just wanna fuck, damn, I wanna fuck\n  So unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper\n  The skin, light-skinned coochie slapper\n  Pull over to the side so I can roll up the indo\n\n  Got the bitch head bumpin' on the front window\n  Wham, bam, I spanked your ma'am\n  I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb\n  I blow into the mic when I check it\n  Had hoes gettin' naked way before I made a record\n  I smoke a gang of liquor, drink a gang of boom\n  Like Ted, I gotta zoom-zoom, so make room\n"}]