Exceeding Visa limits if the tab's on you
Sendin' kids back to the lab for more practice
Welcome to the next level
Amazing feats happen when we come out to play
Ooh, I got bitties in all the major cities
The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
The safest way to have sex is right between her
In these crazy-ass days
Scratchin', hookin' up beats and hoe catchin'
Welcome to the next level
The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
And you know I got the flow that'll never play out
We used ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby
The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
Coolin' out with your bitch eatin' sweet and sour chicken
Just for kicks, I represent with the Liks
Out the funk bag of tricks
I'm sippin' on pina colada
My men, my men
It's the, liquid flows that we spillin' on ya
Welcome to the next level
For all my niggaz in the places with blunts in they faces
But hold up, I'm not done yet
Your style is local, I sit on beats in Acapulco
You better recognize, adjust your bifocals
I rock the mic from London to the Mohabi
Two blocks off La Cienega, at the Ramada
I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin' on a Phillie
I get hard like the perm pimps wear on Sunset
Ten years later, still a hip-hop slave
But it's all about the loot so every move is documented
So woah to those who owe
Off the two turntables with the anvil cases
'Cuz ain't nothin' too but to do that shit and print it
(Tittes)
You got a bad name like Dick Butkis
And skate on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming
Bu the Alkaholik rhymer, King Tee and Diamond D
Tash Diamond D and the Ro to the J
DITC, you can't steal it, aight
Me, Mike D, and my beat box Robby
Welcome to the next level of rhyme flowin'
I'm like Cucamonga, I'm way out
Welcome to the next level
I put words together like Peter Jennings
With the house party beats and flowin' like fluid
I get drunk and reminisce about the shit I used to do
A prehistoric B-boy makin' beats in my cave
I was raised in Cali just like a palm tree
I only call back the girls with big, big breasteses
Tricks get slick, and face the dick real quick
So here's the vicks, I'm hittin' harder than a brick
She started actin' silly, so I popped her like a willie
From one, oh, four, five, six to nine, oh, two, one, oh
'Cuz nineteen ninety-four is the year we overdo it
Got the gats pointed at ya like we're to 'round three
So recognize when you feel it
(Got's to roll deep)
Broadcastin' live from Southern California, and we out
And vented, by the man born for lyric kickin'
You'se a nigga, everybody diss 'cuz you can't bust this
Every time I come home, I got fifty messages
It's the L I K's that blaze and amaze that
The only way they'd win, if we battled to see who's the wackiest
The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
