J-Ro:      Yo, I'm from Killa Cali   I wrote this rhyme in an alley   The tall can MC stepping fresh out the valley   I'm hella fresh comin straight through your chest   I blow a hole in you soul, I'm constantly on a roll   Cuz in order to survive, you gots to have drive   Like a rental, but I'ma call you Ben cuz you gentle   My crew's blowin up like a Pinto   Hip hop's gettin rotten but we stay fresh like a Mento   So put it in your mouth   We gonna show you what this rap shit is really all about   We gonna turn this bitch out like Goldie   This cut will still bump when it's an oldie   And if we still ain't sold platinum or gold   That'll be the bigges lie you ever told me, hold me...back   Black, I snack on the wack and wash it down with a fifth of Yak   It's like that and that's the way it is   You can ask his to stay out my biz   Girl, I'm off the hook, plug me into your adaptor   I'm sending wack rhymes to the rafters   Turn up your skill factor, you bitin rhymes like a Raptor   You thought we was through but this is still the first chapter   Before I go, can I get an "Ooh Ooh!"   It's J-Ro, baby, from the Likwit Crew      Chorus: repeat 8X      Funny style      King Tee:      Now watch me run amuck   And gun em up with the shit   Rebel rhymin from Tha Liks   Alkaholistics all true with no tricks   The infrared pointed at they lips   And man they don't speak, they keep the conversation petite   They shit is weak, I'm concrete like the beat   Bust that ass, super nigga jeep class   Me last in the game, no problem   Sit and drink a fifth with my nigga James Robinson   Check your alcoholic pulse while its throbbing   The Likwit Squad, the entourage   Get exquisite, get addicted, get Xzibit   Fellas wanna test King Tipsy but its risky   He probably slap a nigga in his mouth like a bitch. G   So kick rocks and step back by the mile   Them sober niggaz act funny style      Chorus: repeat to fade