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Welcome to the level
The L I K S, what makes motherfuckers so damn fresh

You'se a nigga, diss 'cuz you can't bust this
You got a bad name like Dick
Welcome to the level of rhyme flowin'
Scratchin', up beats and hoe catchin'
Every time I home, I got fifty messages
I only call the girls with big, big breasteses
Ooh, I got bitties in all the cities
The safest way to have sex is between her
(Tittes)

I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin' on a
She started actin' silly, so I popped her like a
I'm Cucamonga, I'm way out
And you know I got the that'll never play out
I was in Cali just like a palm tree
I rock the mic London to the Mohabi
Diamond D and the Ro to the J
Amazing happen when we come out to play

Welcome to the level
The L I K S, what makes them so damn fresh

Out the bag of tricks
Just for kicks, I represent the Liks
So here's the vicks, I'm hittin' harder a brick
get slick, and face the dick real quick
You better recognize, adjust bifocals
Your style is local, I sit on in Acapulco
I put together like Peter Jennings
And skate on like Peggy Flemming

So to those who owe
one, oh, four, five, six to nine, oh, two, one, oh
I'm sippin' on colada
Two blocks off La Cienega, at the
But up, I'm not done yet
I get hard the perm pimps wear on Sunset
So when you feel it
DITC, you can't it, aight

to the next level
The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn

My men, my men

Welcome to the level
The L I K S, what them motherfuckers so damn fresh

For all my niggaz in the with blunts in they faces
Off the two with the anvil cases
It's the L I K's that and amaze that
(Got's to deep)
In these days
Bu the Alkaholik rhymer, Tee and Diamond D
Got the pointed at ya like we're to 'round three

'Cuz ninety-four is the year we overdo it
With the house beats and flowin' like fluid
'Cuz ain't nothin' too but to do shit and print it
But it's all about the loot so every move is
And vented, by the man born for lyric
out with your bitch eatin' sweet and sour chicken

Exceeding Visa limits if the on you
I get and reminisce about the shit I used to do
We used ta, take out as a hobby after two in the lobby
Me, Mike D, and my box Robby
kids back to the lab for more practice
The only way win, if we battled to see who's the wackiest

Ten years later, still a slave
A prehistoric makin' beats in my cave
The L I K S, makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
It's the, liquid flows that we on ya
Broadcastin' from Southern California, and we out

Welcome to the next
The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn