| Lyrics: | Verse One: J-RO
bust this
You got a bad name like Dick Butkus
Welcome to the
next level, of rhyme flowin
Scratchin, hookin up beats, and hoe catchin
Everytime I
come home, I got fifty messages
I only call back the girls with big big breasteses
Ooh, I got bitties, in all the major cities
The safest way to have sex is right between her
(tittes)
I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin on a phillie
She started
actin silly, so I popped her like a willie
I'm like Kukamunga, I'm way out
And you
know I got the flow that'll never play out
I was raised in Cali just like a palm tree
I rock the mic from London to the Mohabi
Tash Diamond D and the Ro to the J
Amazing feats happen when we come out to play
Chorus:
We about to take you to the
next level
Reachin new plateaus when it comes to rhyme flows
We about to take you to
the next level (the L, I, K, S)
The crew from out West that always rocks fresh
Verse
Two: Diamond D
Out the funk bag of tricks
Just for kicks, I represent with the Liks
So here's the vicks, I'm hittin harder than a brick
Tricks get slick, and face the
dick real quick
You better recognize, adjust your bifocals
Your style is local, I
sit on beats in Acupulco
I put words together like Peter Jennings
And skate on
motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming
So woah to those who owe
From one oh four five six
to nine oh two one oh
I'm sippin on pina colada
Two blocks off La Seneca, at the
Ramada
But hold up, I'm not done yet
I get hard like the perm pimps wear on Sunset
So recoginize when you feel it
DITC, you can't steal it, aight
Chorus
Verse Three: Tash, E-Swift
For all my niggaroles, niggetes, broke niggaz wit big gats
You see our silouhettes but yo who the fuck is it
If you recognize the freshness of
the crew that rocks the party
[Gots to roll deep] cause niggaz can't trust nobody
Guess what, you win a token on the next day smokin
to the next level of rap that'll get the
party open
Cause nineteen ninety-five is the year we overdo it
With the house party
beats and the flowin like fluid
Cause ain't nothin to do but to rock that shit and print it
But it's all about the loot so every move is documented
And vented, by the man born
for lyric kickin
Coolin out with your broads eatin sweet and sour chicken
Exceed and
be the limit if the tab's on you
I get drunk and reminesce about the shit I used to do
We used ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby
Me, Mike D, and my
beatbox Robby
Sendin kids back to the lab for more practice
The only way they'd win,
if we battled to see who's the wackest
Ten years later, still a hip-hop slave
A
prehistoric b-boy makin beats in my cave
The L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn
fresh
It's the, liquid flows that we spillin on ya
Broadcastin live from Southern
California, and we out
Chorus
Outro: Tash
Hazzai in the hiddouse
E-Swift in the house, J-Ro house
Like that, a datta ta dat a like that
Rock that,
Tash in the house, ha hah keep it old school
A like that that diggey da dat dat dat
like that that diggedy da dat dat dat
Hizzai in the house
You know what time it is
with the L-I-K's
We keep the chemistry simple
Beats, cuts, and flows
For all
y'all niggaroles
And all y'all hoes that like that real real real |
