| Lyrics: | Nigga quit playin with the god damn drum machine
Motherfucker (ha) yo..
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repeat 2X]
Wherever my crew go, same old scenario
Takin over every show, rockin on the
radio-ohhhhhhhh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
[E-Swift]
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It's Tha Liks you know our repoitoire, we party y'all
We treat every day like it's fuckin
Mardi Gras (y'know)
Y'all done started somethin you just can't finish
Ten years deep in
this game called rap business
We takin hip-hop back, it's gettin unbearable
Y'all done
disrespected the game somethin terrible
My Likwid Crew shower you, with rhymes that's
uncomparable
Beats so ridiculous it just ain't fair to you
We act stupid off the tonic
and whiskey
Smoke so much weed you might think I'm a hippie
In the club drunk with my
nigga King Tipsy
Lookin for some hoes that we can toss like frisbies
Bail through the
club belligerent like, "Bitch Please" (damn)
Tab at the bar is already like six G's
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Everywhere we go, I roll with the same old gang
Doin the same old thang, again and again
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[Chorus]
[Tash]
Niggaz know.. (y'all niggaz know)..
On your marks
get wet, three vets is on the set
It's nine years in the game and we ain't lost a step yet
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We still in full effect with drunk rhymes that make the world spin
(While you starin at me
nigga) Nigga, I'm starin at your girlfriend
Women see us out and think my click is too
obnoxious
Cause we bail around the party like we off a couple notches
We off a couple
vodkas, homegirl, we Likwid niggaz
Take the time to get to blow us, tell yo' friends come kick
it with us
Ha ha, all jokes aside, we slide slippers
Money fallin out my pocket like I
robbed nine strippers
Ta |
