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Mmm, aiyyo gimme that microphone and I'ma handle it |
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Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it |
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Alkaholiks in this bitch about to handle it |
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Pass that weed lil' mama I can handle it |
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Back that ass up beeitch I can handle it |
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Pass my drink lil' nigga I can handle it |
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Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it |
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It's Likwit crew nigga, we straight from Los Angeles |
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[Tash] |
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It's the L, the I, the K, the S's |
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We still the West's freshest cause we started from the essence |
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Look ma no hands, they gave us microphone stands |
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So I can stand with two bottles while I dance with the fans |
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Dance with me, press against me, cause I'm reachin out grab it |
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Slappin asses cause CaTashtrophe's an Alkie chick magnet |
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I'm a beauty pageant judge with a glass full of buds |
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It's 1:59 they're tryin to shut down the club |
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Last call for alcohol unless you meet us at the after hours |
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Pull up to the front, yeah baby girl, the house is ours |
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Don't bug, spillin shit on my rug |
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I'm a Rollo with a motto, safe sex - soft drugs |
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Thugs in my mansion askin why the fuck is candles lit |
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I'm about to kick these niggaz out but I can handle it |
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The superfly vandal standin with the guns and ammo |
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If you scary change the channel (y'all niggaz fuckin up my shit) |
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Handle bus-i-ness appropriate, we L.A. street associates |
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I'm tryin to have some fun but peep this bullshit I'm copin with |
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Niggaz with guns got they, eyes on my funds |
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I cain't, walk out my door y'all might, pop me and run |
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Don't trip cause my pump made 'em run like Forrest Gump |
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Now it's back to the bitches, the bottles and the bumps |
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Pumpin up the sounds cause that's how we do |
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But we still partyin at 5 and L.A. closed at 2 |
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[Chorus] without last line |
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"Hell motherfuckin..." |
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[J-Ro] |
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Yo the bass is in the place, sho' nuff shrugged your face |
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Like R. Kelly gettin sprayed with a can of mace |
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Girls get freaky to the fonky beat bumpin |
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Which one of y'all down, cause I'm tryin to beat somethin |
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We hold down the city, they call us the drunk flowers |
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If your girl from L.A., she probably already know us |
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So "Braniac dum-dums, bust the scientifical" |
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We much more than typical, bust flows like a pistol |
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The words I spit, are more dangerous than a bullet |
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Make the wrong move, I'm on your neck like a mullet |
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Big dog style, we Rottweiler pitbull it |
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Smoke a bleezy with a breezy if she ain't scared to pull it |
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Y'all women used to want us to just love and hold ya |
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Now you C-walkin talkin 'bout you need a soldier |
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I send this missile in ya I destroy and dismantle it |
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J-Ro in this bitch and you know I'm 'bout to handle it |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro] |
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Ain't it krunk, this is Likwit MC's |
