Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' I'ma handle it
Look, Ma, no hands, they gave us microphone stands
It's one fifty nine, they're tryin' to shut down the club
Thugs in my mansion askin' why the fuck is candles lit
The superfly vandal, standin' with the guns an' ammo
So Braniac dum dums, bust the scientifical
So I can stand with two bottles while I dance with the fans
We much more than typical, bust flows like a pistol
Which one of y'all down 'cause I'm tryin' to beat somethin'
I'm a beauty pageant judge with a glass full of buds
Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it
Yo, the bass is in the place, sho' nuff shrugged your face
We still the West's freshest 'cause we started from the essence
Pass that weed, lil' mama, I can handle it
Don't trip 'cause my pump made 'em run like Forrest Gump
I send this missile in yam I destroy an' dismantle it
Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it
If your girl from L.A., she probably already know us
Back that ass up, bitch, I can handle it
Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it
I'm tryin' to have some fun but peep this bullshit I'm copin' with
Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it
Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it
Niggaz with guns got they eyes on my funds
I'm about to kick these niggaz out but I can handle it
I'm a Rollo with a motto, safe sex, soft drugs
Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it
Handle business appropriate, we L.A. street associates
Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it
Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it
Pull up to the front, yeah, baby girl, the house is ours
Hell, motherfuckin'
J-Ro in this bitch an' you know I'm 'bout to handle it
Y'all women used to want us to just love an' hold ya
Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' I'ma handle it
Pumpin' up the sounds 'cause that's how we do
Girls get freaky to the funky beat bumpin'
Slappin' asses 'cause CaTashtrophe's an Alkie chick magnet
It's the L, the I, the K, the Ss
Last call for alcohol, unless you meet us at the after hours
Back that ass up, bitch, I can handle it
Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it
Don't bug, spillin' shit on my rug
Back that ass up, bitch, I can handle it
It's Likwit crew, nigga, we straight from Los Angeles
'Big Dog' style, we Rottweiler, pitbull it
Pass that weed, lil' mama, I can handle it
Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it
Dance with me, press against me 'cause I'm reachin' out to grab it
We hold down the city, they call us 'The Drunk Flowers'
Pass that weed, lil' mama, I can handle it
I can't walk out my door, y'all might pop me an' run
The words I spit are more dangerous than a bullet
It's Likwit crew, nigga, we straight from Los Angeles
Now you C-walkin', talkin' 'bout you need a soldier
If you scary change the channel, y'all niggaz fuckin' up my shit
Like R. Kelly gettin' sprayed with a can of mace
Make the wrong move, I'm on your neck like a mullet
Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it
Now it's back to the bitches, the bottles an' the bumps
But we still partyin' at 5 an' L.A. closed at 2
Smoke a bleezy with a breezy if she ain't scared to pull it
