Relieve Yourself

Uh!<br>Uhhh, uh!<br>It`s gonna be that, it`s fat<br>Ah one-two and a<br>I can`t hold it in I gotta let it all out (ya don`t stop)<br>Let it all out, let it all out (ya don`t stop)<br>I can`t hold it in I gotta let it all out (do the wop)<br>Let it all out (hip-hop, what?)<br><br>[Tash]<br><br>Anything you could do I could do fresher<br>When I`m on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure<br>Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun<br>I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one<br>Cause who`s bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him<br>I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxtion<br>It`s the Liks, rockin like a six point six<br>So while I be scoopin bitches you rush the skin flicks<br><br>[J-Ro]<br><br>For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center<br>I got your girl cookin my dinner<br>Action, lights and cameras ain`t needed<br>Oh jeezus, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated<br>I`m J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole<br>My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll<br>I used to wear Releases, I hate police to pieces<br>Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>And now I can`t holt it in I gotta let it all out<br>Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)<br>And now I can`t holt it in I gotta let it all out<br>Let it all out (relieve yourself)<br><br>And now I can`t holt it in I gotta let it all out<br>Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)<br>And now I can`t holt it in I gotta let it all out<br>Let it all out<br><br>[J-Ro]<br><br>I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom<br>I fold your clothes with your body still in em<br>The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott<br>The only way you take my spot is with a shot<br>I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand<br>That they can`t sway J-Ro the man<br>A nigga who stays, in the old school ways<br>And just like Subways, I can make your days<br>We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas<br>The Likwit crew, we comin new like a fetus<br>So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl<br>Niggaz like me gonna rule the world<br>So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown<br>Express from the West so it`s best that I clown<br><br>[Tash]<br><br>I bust the Guinness styles out on down to Beck`s brew<br>I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold mics like Donahue<br>Cause I`m committed, admit it, you was Too Legit to Quit it<br>Dancin with toilets now you can`t get busy with it<br>WIth the vintage Olde Gold gettin dusty in the cellar<br>I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler<br>So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it`s hot<br>It`s the rough rhyme announcer up in your night spot<br>So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme<br>I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can`t find<br>Call me E.T., but yo, it don`t take a secret psychic<br>Cause even in the future I`ma freak it when I mic it<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[J-Ro]<br><br>I can`t hold it in my friend the Liks get the most clout<br>We be scorin points like Michael Irvin on the post route<br>Don`t bring me to the party, because I just spoil it<br>I be earlin on your rug I won`t make it to the toilet<br><br>[E-Swift]<br><br>I can`t hold it in I gotta speak my mind<br>I usually crack a brew when it`s time to rhyme<br>Bust my flows for my homies and I`m proud to admit<br>I was rockin beats when Kangol`s was the shit<br><br>[Tash]<br><br>AIyyo, I can`t hold it in it`s like the smoke from the reefer<br>I called this girl a bitch now she thinks she Queen Latifah<br>But the roughneck toughneck waits to conversate<br>Cause all she`ll ever be to me is just a bitch from out of state<br><br>[J-Ro}<br><br>I can`t hold it in I get fly from the get go<br>My rhymes`ll hit you high my man Tash will come and get low<br>I get so, lifted like three clones of Moses Malone<br>Standin on the top of Too Tall Jones<br><br>[E-Swift]<br><br>I can`t hold it in cause I just can`t bear it<br>I`m sick of all these wack niggaz gettin all the merit<br>So slow down the mic it`s slippery when it`s wet<br>I see a gang of spit and ain`t hear nothin fresh yet<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Yo what`s up it`s Tha Alkaholiks for ninety-four<br>I can`t can`t hold it in I got ta let it all out<br>Well let me tell y`all motherfuckers<br>Alkaholiks is in this motherfucker for ninety-four, and we ain`t goin<br>nowhere, so just sit your ass down, and relieve it<br>Yo let me tell y`all motherfuckers one thing before I jet out nigga<br>It`s a Alkaholiks party, and at an Alkaholik party, somebody got to...