Got it Bad Y`all

<br>Intro:<br><br>Ladies and gentleman, that nigga King Tee and the al-cum-a-holiks<br><br>Verse One: J-Ro<br><br>Pooh-butts play the rear cause I`m makin yapes<br>The rhymes ain`t no thicker than a, skittle grapes<br>A lot of girls would like to thank me, for the hanky-panky<br>On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank me<br>It took a long time for the people, to hear my rhymes<br>Seems like I been rappin since my birth in `69<br>Sorry to keep you waitin, I run rhymes like Walter Payton<br>I get a rhyme like spokes on a Dayton<br>But I won`t knock off, because I just rock off<br>the beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off<br>To all the white folks I would like to say howdy<br>And to all my brothers I say peace quit actin rowdy<br>Wack MCs in ninety-two, ew you need to take a rest<br>the public don`t you aim the best you`re softer than a hookers chest<br>raps, I make em, snaps, I make em<br>For duties movin booties cause I shake shake shake em<br>And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes<br>E-Swift hold the needle down with nickels and dimes<br>I drink Olde English, St. Ide`s and Mickeys<br>When it`s time to roll I throw on my black dickeys<br>On the mic I get wicked, like Wilson Pickett<br>I get the place jumpin like a cricket when I kick shit<br>I`m from the West coast but don`t sleep home-stimpy<br>Even if I was a paperboy you still couldn`t rip me<br>I walk up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks<br>I`m all in the mix like snares, and kicks<br>When it comes to rhymes I get loose like belt buckles<br>Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt knuckles<br><br>(Where you goin` to?) To the tip<br>(And what cha bout to do?) Bout to rip<br>Some people use the word funky too loosely<br>And just how many rappers say they kick it like Bruce Lee<br>(What`s your favorite brew?) Olde E<br>(And what it make you do?) Go pee<br>It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes<br>Now rappers rearrangin, and changin like times<br>I got it bad y`all, I got it bad y`all<br>When it comes to the pen and the pad y`all<br>I got it bad y`all, I got it bad y`all<br>When it comes to the pen and the pad y`all<br><br>Verse Two: E-Swift<br><br>Back the fuck up, gimme room to breath<br>Not too many niggaz can flip the rhymes like these<br>I freak the technique as if it was a bitch<br>Got more soul than the pit with a fifth<br>Pitch the ball, so I can beat it with the bat<br>Talk some shit, so I can smoke ya with my gat<br>I`m feelin kind feelin kinda feelin kinda feelin kinda<br>feelin kinda buzzed off a sack of chocolate tie<br>My my my ho, I like to rip the shows up<br>Smack the hoes that walk around with they nose up<br>Run to the liquor store, before they close up<br>Buy a few 40s, cause daily I get to` up<br>Sit at the crib and write RIGGY RIGGY rhymes<br>Line after line after LIGGY LIGGY line<br>Yo I can get funky, buy my tape and bump me<br>To the break of dawn I hit the bud and pass it on<br>Hangin at the park, shootin craps on the weekend<br>My brown bag is wet cause my tall can is leakin<br>Starin at the cops, beatin up on Rodney<br>While a pack of O.G.`s steppin to me tryin to rob me<br>Just because I`m dope, niggaz wanna smoke me<br>On the mic I get funky while you`re doin the hokey-pokey<br>Dance steps, I think that you should leave to Paula<br>Alkaholiks is the shit, E-Swift`s the smooth bawler<br>Is slangin these rhymes like a rock<br>Life ain`t shit but money and a glock<br>Don`t punch a clock, but I cock a fat knot<br>So I can smoke a lot of pot that I roll up with tops<br>And ya ain`t heard shit yet, I`m just gettin warm<br>Like hot butter on, SAY WHAT?, THE POPCORN<br>I`m headed to the top, please give me my props<br>My beats are fat as fuck so bump my shit in your box<br>I love to hit the skinz, but then again WHO DOESN`T<br>I love to hit the herbs cause it leave me feelin buzzin<br>I dedicate this chumpie to the poets who can wreck<br>And to all the nottie dreads I gots to give them nuff respect<br><br>(Where you goin` to?) To the tip<br>(And what cha bout to do?) Bout to rip<br>Some people use the word funky too loosely<br>And just how many niggaz say they kick it like Bruce Lee<br>(What`s your favorite brew?) Olde E<br>(And what it make you do?) Go pee<br>It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes<br>Now rappers rearrangin, and changin like times<br>I got it bad y`all, I got it bad y`all<br>When it comes to the pen and the pad y`all<br>I got it bad y`all, I got it bad y`all<br>When it comes to the pen and the pad y`all<br><br>Verse Three: King Tee<br><br>Up jumps the man with the loot<br>Rockin like a troop with the Alkaholik group<br>Everything is kosher, got a little taller<br>Livin kinda phat cause King Tee`s a bawler<br>I just, irritate the wack, leave em so confused<br>When I`m checkin on the mic with the ones and twos<br>Sneak you a peek of the drunk technique<br>Can`t stand up, need to take a seat<br>Baby baby baby it`s the Alkaholiks<br>But I can freak the mic no matter how ya call it<br>Metaphors grand, and I`m the great man<br>Drink a whole fifth YES I CAN YES I CAN CAN<br>The girls call me dick-em-down<br>Got that title rockin for the crown<br>Catch y`all later, around next weekend<br>I`m a Alkaholik and I`m late for my meeting