Straight from the bottom of my black ass heart
(Killin' it)
[Unverified], is what I tell her
Split that shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala
Who be killin' it, is it the rastas? Who be killin' it
If anything I'm guaranteed to be the 'Last Man Standing'
I just got off the court, where I was whoopin' some cats
In basketball, here's a question that I have to ask y'all
What, yeah, bring it live with the, yeah, feelin' it
What's her name? Stella, if she's on me kinda hella
Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya niggaz feelin' it
Mr. Big Bad Insane, black John McClane
Like this
Killin' it
Just rock it, got your girl's number in my change pocket
(Killin' it)
Who be killin' it, is it the ladies? Who be killin' it, is it the fellas?
Got rum in my cup, best believe I won't be spillin' it
Well, here I go, mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater
Where I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in foil
But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's freezing
I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears
Killin' it, killin' it, killin' it?
Tha Liks rock that shit that have all y'all niggaz feelin' it
Party down, party down, party down
Who be killin' it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin' it, is it the gangsters?
Demandin', clear lane for crash landin'
Xzibit showin grace under fire
'Cause I be feelin' it
(Feelin' it)
When it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the most
I be killin' it
So check uno dos while I roast this coast a toast
Who's on blast? Tha Liks, baby, don't twist it
'Cause I from the Likwid crew where we got drinks for every season
My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash
I work diligent beneath the earth's soil
(Killin' it)
(Killin' it)
I got to know, do I got that Likwid flow
(Whattup Ro?)
So God bless ya, never let this rap pressure test ya
Wack MC's are like [unverified], they have no use
That's why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravin'
Look, listen and learn, you only get what you earn
So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke
(Killin' it)
You know who got your back when them other niggaz sweat ya'
(Killin' it)
See I be killin' it, yeah, when I be feelin' it
Plus makin' money's in my genes
When I be feelin' it
Yo, Xzibit
I get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get loose
(Drillin' it)
We be killin' it, uhh, 'cause we be feelin' it
And say, nigga that's your's, 'cause you opened up doors
Once again feelin' it, killin' it
Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit like this out the West coast
If you know somebody holla, 'cause I take those extra dollars
Tryin' to stack like King Tut and still bang the microphone up
Drillin' it
Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no
Killin' it
Dat's me
Say what, wha, what, wha, what, what?
And Astro vans with swivel chairs hoes come in pairs
As an avalanche of soul and everything that shine ain't gold
It's hard to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts
I be killin' it
And lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese
Pick a number motherfucker, whassup?
Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys
And the place I buy my beer is callin' in for more supply
Killin' it
I get money so no need for stealin' it
I say what, wha, what, wha, what, what? It's the likwid crew
Go straight for the throat, we known for rockin' the boat
I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche two-seater
My record contract reads hit man for hire
Just 'cause niggaz got brew don't make 'em nickel proof
The untamed feel no shame, on top of the game
The circumstance make you shit in your pants and we advance
(killin' it)
My mouth craves the brew and my Johnson craves the ass
Killin' it
(Killin' it)
(What, stabbin' it, beatin' it, yeah)
(Killin' it)
Killin' it
Tha Alkaholiks killin' it
This is dedicated to the niggaz that be stealin' shit
Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour
Maybe that's the reason why I live high all July
Bringin' it live once again, yeah, 'cause I be killin' it
J-Ro is up next to flow
Maybe niggaz got some friends that wanna battle for some dough
(Oh, fo' sho')
