Let It Out Lyrics
| Song | Let It Out |
| Artist | Tha Alkaholiks |
| Album | Coast II Coast |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro： | |
| 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 | |
| [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 porno flicks | |
| [j-ro] | |
| 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 holt 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 | |
| [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 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 | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| [tash] | |
| 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 | |
| [tash] | |
| 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 | |
| [j-ro] | |
| 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 | |
| [e-swift] | |
| I can't hold it in i gotta speak my mind | |
| There's a lotta half-ass niggaz thinkin they can rhyme | |
| But their style is not buttah, it's mor elike busta without the a | |
| You never think of nuttin 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 | |
| [tash] | |
| 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 |
| Intro: | |
| 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 | |
| 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 porno flicks | |
| jro | |
| 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 jro, 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 holt 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 | |
| jro | |
| 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 jro 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 | |
| Niggaz like me gonna rule the world | |
| So all aboard the jro train to funkytown | |
| Express from the west so it' s best that i clown | |
| tash | |
| 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 | |
| tash | |
| 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 | |
| jro | |
| 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 | |
| eswift | |
| I can' t hold it in i gotta speak my mind | |
| There' s a lotta halfass niggaz thinkin they can rhyme | |
| But their style is not buttah, it' s mor elike busta without the a | |
| You never think of nuttin 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 | |
| tash | |
| 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 |
| Intro: | |
| 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 | |
| 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 porno flicks | |
| jro | |
| 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 jro, 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 holt 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 | |
| jro | |
| 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 jro 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 | |
| Niggaz like me gonna rule the world | |
| So all aboard the jro train to funkytown | |
| Express from the west so it' s best that i clown | |
| tash | |
| 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 | |
| tash | |
| 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 | |
| jro | |
| 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 | |
| eswift | |
| I can' t hold it in i gotta speak my mind | |
| There' s a lotta halfass niggaz thinkin they can rhyme | |
| But their style is not buttah, it' s mor elike busta without the a | |
| You never think of nuttin 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 | |
| tash | |
| 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 |
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