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