Origineel
That's the alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction
The remix version for all the brothers out there
That got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out
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 Braxton
It's the, liks, rockin' like a six point six
So while I be scoopin' bitches you rush the porno flicks
For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center
I got your hoe cookin' my dinner
Action, lights and cameras ain't needed
Indeed it's, 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
All the liks releases, become masterpieces
Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases
[Chorus]
And I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)
I gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out)
They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)
I gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out)
They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)
I gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out)
They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)
I gotta, I gotta let it all out
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 a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
A nigga who stays, in the old school ways
And just like subways, I can make your days
We got more soul than james brown and platform adidas
The likwit crew, comin' new like a fetus
So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl
niggas like me gonna rule the world
So all aboard the j-ro train to funkytown
Express from the west so it's best that I clown
I bust the alehze on ice on down to beck's brew
I got more fame than dana dane I hold mics like Donahue
Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was too legit to quit it
Dancin' with toilets now you can't get busy with it
With the vintage olde gold gettin' dusty in the cellar
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler
So yo what you got, 'cause God damn it's hot
It's the alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme
I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find
Call me e.t., but yo, it don't take a secret psychic
Cause even in the future i'ma frak it when I mic it
[Chorus]
With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya
Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures
It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones
I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones
So tap into the cold while I torch mc's
Cause I be itchin for a scratch like the force md's
But yo fuck that, tash is in the wind with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to j 'cause he can't hold it in
I can't hold it in my friend the liks get the most clout
We be scorin points like michael irvin on the post route
And just like joi boy, I make your bones ache man
Just how much punishment can a rapper take man?
The homes be like where you been? man I been creatin
We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin
For the kibbles 'n' bits, I love pits tits and rap hits
And Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin yapes with the liks
I can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind
There's a lotta half-ass niggas thinkin' they can rhyme
But their style is not buttah, it's more like busta without the a
You never think of nothin' fresh to say
The freshest dj from the state of ohio
I remember when you battled, cuttin up survival
Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast
Packed up my technics, now I'm on the west coast, now I
Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga
Yo before we get up out
I wanna shout it out to my nigga diamond d
Vertaling
Dat zijn de alkaholiks functies, samenvoeging
De remix versie voor alle broeders die er zijn
Die shit op hun borst hebben en het er gewoon uit willen laten
Alles wat jij kan doen, kan ik verser doen
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
Want wie is er slecht? Niet Michael Jackson toen ik het hem vroeg.
Ik heb zelfs zeven dagen met Toni Braxton op de microfoon gestaan.
It's the, liks, rockin' like a six point six
Dus terwijl ik teven opschep, ga jij maar snel pornofilms kijken.
Echt waar, ik heb meer vaardigheden dan een arbeidsbureau
Ik heb jouw hoer die mijn eten kookt
Actie, lichten en camera's zijn niet nodig
Inderdaad, het is de nigga die rappers verhit krijgt
Ik ben j-ro, en mijn stijl is donkerder dan een mol
Mijn rijm is zo heet dat je moet stoppen met vallen en rollen
Al de Liks releases, worden meesterwerken
Oh jeezus, mijn stijl is ziek als varkensvet
[Chorus]
And I can't hold it in (Ik kan het niet inhouden)
I gotta let it all out (Ik moet het er allemaal uit laten)
They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)
I gotta let it all out
They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)
I gotta let it all out
They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in)
I gotta, I gotta let it all out
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
De enige manier waarop je mijn plek inneemt is met een schot
Ik pak rappers bij de hand en zorg ervoor dat ze begrijpen
Dat ze j-ro de man niet kunnen afkraken
Een nigga die blijft, op de oude schoolmanieren
En net als metro's, kan ik je dagen maken
We got more soul than James Brown and platform adidas
The likwit crew, comin' new like a fetus
So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl
niggas like me gonna rule the world
Dus iedereen aan boord van de J-Ro trein naar funkytown
Express van het westen dus het is het beste dat ik de clown uithang
I bust the alehze on ice on down to beck's brew
I got more fame than dana dane I hold mics like Donahue
Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was too legit to quit it
Dancin' with toilets now you can't get busy with it
With the vintage oldde gold gettin' dusty in the cellar
Ik gooi mijn shit dieper dan Jeff Hostettler
Dus wat heb je, want godverdomme het is heet
Het is de alkaholik rijmer in je nachtclub
Dus rustig aan met mijn lijn, en laat me rijmen
Ik verlies je als de juwelen die die teef niet kan vinden
Noem me e.t., maar yo, daar is geen geheime helderziende voor nodig
Cause even in the future I'ma frak it when I mic it
[Chorus]
With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya
Bekend om de cooles te rocken met de vloeibare rijm structuren
Het is de man met vocale tonen die woorden kwetsen tot gebroken botten
Ik heb stromingen door mijn hele lichaam diep geworteld als nierstenen
So tap into the cold while I torch mc's
Cause I be itchin for a scratch like the force md's
But yo fuck that, tash is in de wind met de gin
I gotta pass the mic to J 'cause he can't hold it in
Ik kan het niet inhouden mijn vriend, de Liks krijgen de meeste invloed
We scoren punten zoals Michael Irvin op de post route
En net als Joi jongen, maak ik je botten pijnlijk man
Hoeveel straf kan een rapper verdragen?
The homes be like where you been? Man I been creatin
We hebben je laten watertanden als de honden die wachten
Voor de kibbles 'n' bits, I love pits tits and rap hits
En Bruce Lee flicks, en klokkenspel met de liks
Ik kan me niet inhouden, ik moet m'n mening geven
There's a lotta half-ass niggas thinkin' they can rhyme
Maar hun stijl is niet buttah, het is meer als Busta zonder de a
You never think of nothin' fresh to say
De vetste dj uit de staat Ohio
Ik weet nog dat je vocht, overlevingspoging deed.
Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast
Packed up my technics, now I'm on the west coast, now I
Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga
Yo voordat we opstaan
Ik wil het tegen mijn nigga Diamond D zeggen.