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The L I K S, what makes them 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 come home, I got messages
I call back the girls with big, big breasteses
Ooh, I got bitties in all the cities
The way to have sex is right between her
(Tittes)

I beeped fillie from Philly, we was puffin' on a Phillie
She started silly, so I popped her like a willie
I'm Cucamonga, I'm way out
And you I got the flow that'll never play out
I was raised in just like a palm tree
I rock the mic from to the Mohabi
Tash D and the Ro to the J
Amazing feats happen when we out to play

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

Out the funk bag of
Just for kicks, I represent with the
So here's the vicks, I'm hittin' than a brick
get slick, and face the dick real quick
You better recognize, adjust your
Your is local, I sit on beats in Acapulco
I put words together Peter Jennings
And on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming

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

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

My men, my men

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

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

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

Visa limits if the tab's 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
Sendin' kids back to the lab for more
The only way they'd win, if we battled to see the wackiest

Ten years later, still a hip-hop
A prehistoric makin' beats in my cave
The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so fresh
It's the, liquid flows we spillin' on ya
Broadcastin' live Southern California, and we out

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