I got your city covered like a motherfuckin' tent
I slam like a fifth that stays hidden
If you don't think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift
I'm swift like Ozzie Smith, your flow ain't goin' by me
'Cause even on your best, I leave you like Ness
I give the party people what they like
'Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out my
Read my lips, my dick be makin' bitches leave tips
Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night
I hang with thugs I'm like drugs so why try me
Run to your backyard hmm there I am
Bustin' in my all day I dream about sexes
Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy
Mind your biz while I rhymes like Biz to the tent
Next it's, the man freakin' funky flow flexes
I give the party people what they like
'Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin' back to eighty-six
Stroll to your kitchen there I am
Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest
I hold MC's up like money it ain't funny
Walk into your living room there I am
Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night
I give the party people what they like
I'm back again to test your reflexes
Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night
I told you on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit
I keep the party poppin' till a new day is born
Punk MC's get bent, I'll leave a dent in what you sent
For the cardiac arrest, fuckin' with the freshest
That's why you hate me, you can't escape me
We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted
Like you the grand prize winner of a Lexus
Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night
To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid
I give the party people what they like
How many pot-heads we got?
I give the party people what they like
And I don't have to sing to send these bitches into trances
It's the lips
Show him you the man that'll boom bash
Castin' shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse
You can't even erase me off your tape
We the A L K A H O L I K S
I give the party people what they like
Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram
If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I
So it's easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English
The Alkaholik name won't change not a bit
Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night
{How many alcoholics we got here in the house?
He's a sufferin' succcootash, throw him in the trash
When I leave 'em in the corner broke up like crash dummies
If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff
I give the party people what they like
'Cause I'm colder than a forty straight out the ice chest
Comin' like new pimps humps and stress to your chest
Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph
Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night
I give the party people what they like
Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night
J, to the R-O, just rockin' on
'Cause the man that makes you jump
So my style be comin' at you more deadlin' than a cobra
The way I get busy will get you dizzy like a VD
With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober
Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances
While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix
Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night
