Yo, I'm from Cali, I wrote this rhyme in an alley The tall can MC stepping out the valley I'm fresh comin' straight through your chest I a hole in you soul, I'm constantly on a roll
'Cuz in order to survive, you gots to drive Like a but I'ma call you Ben 'cuz you gentle My crew's blowin' up a Pinto Hip hop's gettin' rotten but we stay like a Mento
So put it in your We gonna show you what rap shit is really all about We gonna turn this bitch out like This cut will still when it's an oldie
And if we still ain't sold platinum or That'll be the bigges lie you ever told me, me back Black, I snack on the wack and wash it with a fifth of Yak It's like and that's the way it is
You can ask his to out my biz Girl, I'm off the hook, me into your adapter I'm sending wack to the rafters
up your skill factor, you bitin' rhymes like a Raptor You thought we was but this is still the first chapter I go, can I get an, "Ooh, ooh!" It's J-Ro, baby, the Likwit Crew
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Now watch me run a and gun 'em up with the shit Rebel rhymin' from Tha Liks, Alkaholistics all true no tricks The infrared at they lips And man they don't speak, they the conversation petite
They shit is weak, I'm concrete the beat Bust that ass, super jeep class Me last in the game, no Sit and drink a fifth with my nigga James
Check your alcoholic pulse while its The Squad, the entourage Get exquisite, get addicted, get
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