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DJ Honda - International Anthem lyrics
Featuring Tha Alkaholiks] Intro: To Japan they love the sound. Ha whoa. We made it. What's up J Ro? (Aw I'm faded). Ah ha "check it out ch'all" (Likwitadaded crew). What's up pour me some of that shit nigga. Giving big shouts outs to my man. Gettin' rid of all wack MCs. Tellin' 'em where we rock from. Yo E Swift break it down like this. E Swift: All the way from the promise land to Japan They love the sound of the Alkaholik band International like interet you can bet We'll be comin' through your town to get your crowd wet I'm like the horror thrilla Godzilla When I attack the crowd goes crazy doesn't know how to react It couldn't be coincidental That every time we grab the microphone we crush the intramental You don't want to feel the pressure so be cautious I got the fatal Alkaholik shit to get you nauseous Simple and plain from Europe to Spain I'm like a bad knee sprain and you can't take the pain Tash: From where the Brooklyn Bridge cross to where the gang throw signs We blow minds and different kinds niggas love these rhymes Cause they be movin' like the dope cops downtown San Fransico From the herion to the coke to the antfedimine crystal So you know my shit official you better hope we don't clash Tash will have your fiance' with her titties on the glass Like a drug store mix representin' with the style Throwin' up the "W" for all my peeps in Killa Cal Cause that's where I chill on a day to day basis While my homies sit in jail tryin' to beat they dope cases So let's blow one for them while I hem up the world If y'all niggas got the fourties Rico got the hooooo Hook: I was put here to spawn so my name would live on And rock the mic till dawn and puff on a chron To all my people it's really on Wake up it's time to make a million (x2) J-Ro: Well I'm the fabulous can smashin' party crashin' I eat MC's like a radish Trashin' the stage with E-Swift and Tash and The Likwit Crew loves hip hop with a passion I'm mashin' meaning when I drive The needle on my Chevy says 95 The Liks will keep it live no matter what you tell us If you try to serve me I'll stab you in the neck like Monica Seles Well it's the eternally fresh rock the spot somethin' awful Individual rapper with the jawful Of brain rhymin' uncommon I'm too tall for you to fuck with Chill before you catch the blue balls I'm makin' legal money while your's is lookin' kinda funny My rap is solid while your shit is comin' out runny Oh my I'm X-rated like Goldfly I wrap the mic cord around your neck like the bow tie I smoked Simon now it's "J-Ro Says" I make your feet move like Nike Cortez I sparkle from Arkal all the way to Sonoko All the punks run cause they all poyo loco Hook Outro: That's right make them yapes, drink them grapes. And it's all not bad. Go ask your dad. I got shit you never had |
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