Uh!
Uhhh, uh!
It's gonna be that, it's fat
Ah one-two and a
I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (ya don't stop)
Let it all out, let it all out (ya don't stop)
I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (do the wop)
Let it all out (hip-hop, what?)

[Tash]

Anything you could do I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxtion
It's the Liks, rockin like a six point six
So while I be scoopin bitches you rush the skin flicks

[J-Ro]

For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center
I got your girl cookin my dinner
Action, lights and cameras ain't needed
Oh jeezus, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated
I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll
I used to wear Releases, I hate police to pieces
Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases

Chorus:

And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve yourself)

And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
And now I can't holt it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out

[J-Ro]

I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom
I fold your clothes with your body still in em
The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
The only way you take my spot is with

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