Relieve Yourself lyrics

[Hook/Intro]
I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out
And now I can't hold it in, I gotta let it all out
Let it all out

[Tash]
Anything you could do I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock the sh*t 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' b*tches 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
A genius, the n*gga 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 Jesus, my style is slick like pork greases
[Hook]
And now I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
And now I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out (relieve yourself)

And now I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out (relieve yourself)
And now I can't hold 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 a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape J-Ro the man
A n*gga who stays, in the old school ways
And just like sun rays, I can make your days
We got more soul than James Brown in platform Adidas
The Likwit crew, comin new like a fetus
So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl
n*ggas 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 Guinness Stouts out, 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 the cordless, now you can't get busy with it
With the vintage Olde Gold gettin' dusty in the cellar
I throw my sh*t deeper than Jeff Hostetler
So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it's hot
It's the rough rhyme announcer up in your night spot
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme
I'll lose you like that jewelry that that b*tch can't find
On BET, and yo it'll take a secret psychic
Cause even in the future I'mma freak it when I mic it

[Hook]

[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
Don't bring me to the party, because I just spoil it
I be earlin' on your rug, I won't make it to the toilet

[E-Swift]
I can't hold it in, I gotta speak my mind
I usually crack a brew when it's time to rhyme
Bust my flows for my homies and I'm proud to admit
I was rockin' beats when Kangols was the sh*t
[Tash]
Yo! I can't hold it in, it's like the smoke from the reefer
I called this girl a b*tch and now she thinks she Queen Latifah
But the roughneck, toughneck waits to conversate
Cause all she'll ever be to me is just a b*tch from out of state

[J-Ro]
I can't hold it in, I get fly from the get go
My rhymes'll hit you high my man Tash will come and get low
I get so, lifted like three clones of Moses Malone
Standin' on the top of Too Tall Jones

[E-Swift]
I can't hold it in, cause I just can't bear it
I'm sick of all these wack n*ggas gettin all the merit
So slow down the mic, it's slippery when it's wet
I see a gang of spit and ain't hear nothin fresh yet

[Hook]