i stop by the club cause it ain t shit else to do it i m on the guestlist it s e swift plus two stepped to the bar cause it s a bad habit open mic night so the liks gots to grab it check the mic it sounds tight so i guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo the niggas went wild the hoes went crazy we dropped the microphone then we swayze oooh don t i sound great when i down a black eighth my style is much hotter than the enchilada plate my name is james but the girls call me god when i m humpin i should get a gold medal for broad jumpin rappers talkin bout back to the old school you never shoulda left in the first place fool now everybody wants to be a prophet but i won t quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it you put a rhyme together but i only dismantle it so gimme a high five cause you just can t handle it if rap was a swimming pool i d climb to the top plus a triple back hand me the mic and watch the belly flop dagnabit i got a bad habit it don t matter where i m at i seen a booty and i grab it so niggas step back before you get lit i m a grown motherfuckin man and you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit you can t tell me a hot damn thing you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit you can t tell me a hot damn thing you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit i rock you like lenny kravitz or nirvana i m puttin suckers on pause like a comma i never ate crepes but i got the yapes a superhero from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes i got more hoes than a canyon got echoes i m rougher than bluto tougher than a callous my number one football team is dallas cowboys now boys can t you see i m greater than your grandpops is my number one fan you get ran on the court you dribble like manute bol you try to take it to the hole crowd roars get that shit outta here i m more gifted than christmas morning i pull out a pen and write a rhyme when i m boning me i m tripping let me light my phillie blunt oh there goes my beeper what the hell do billy want man i quit selling weed well i got what you need  you can t tell me shit you can t tell me a hot damn thing you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit you can t tell me a hot damn thing you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit you hittin corners with the alkies seen you pull out cause you great the crew who got another tape that s bumpin harder save it rhythm and blues blew a fuse and now it ain t the same they put a lot of funky drummers out the game they samplin the fresh hip hop breaks just to make a hit that s why to me r b really ain t shit so peace to all the real hip hop niggyroes the ones who knows about flows and rockin shows i wanna say whassup to the ladies i gotsta say whassup to the ladies from the atlantic to the pacific i gotsta be specific they know i m terrific i m pushin up to the bars got em screamin alkahols ohh gosh call me josh cause i m bringin down the walls mc extraordinaire j ro came to set it straight i never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate in la most niggas walk the same act the same talk the same drive the same dress the same shoot the same fuck the same but this is ro and i got my own game i drive through like i m riding on the freeway and i don t give rappers no kind of leeway chumps be hittin ejects cause i break necks when i flex i be housin mo niggas than the projects you can t tell me shit you can t tell me a hot damn thing you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit you can t tell me a hot damn thing you can t tell me shit you can t tell me shit yeah this goes out to king tee dj pooh yo the whole crew yo d pimp for makin the track that nigga tash deadly threat this is j ro and e swift tha alkaholiks and it s like that1