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Yo, Ro'Gram where you at, homey? |
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At nighttime I'm on the prowl and I'm livin' foul like Blackula |
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Got a microphone made out of chrome shaped like a spatula |
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'Cause I'm flippin' rhymes at three times the speed of lightning |
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You dare to compare to the golden bear, it's kind of frightening |
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You can meditate 'til you levitate but never rate |
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Higher than a seven, eight, yeah, I had to set 'em straight |
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I know you feelin' these, I ram sack yo' facilities |
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I'm ill at ease with these MCs, who ain't got no abilities |
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Get at me, I make MCs run out like batteries |
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I roll the bleeze and then I blow like cannonball adderly |
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You try to get with Likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough, cold enough |
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You try to get with Likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough, cold enough |
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Y'all ain't even gotta clue what my clique gon' do |
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Fast money, fast cars, niggaz sleep until two |
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My Likwit niggaz rendezvous, we cop Kung-fus and split 'em |
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When the freaks come out at night, CaTash be right wit 'em |
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Stone faced but only when I'm loaded wit funs |
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Big guns, I'll make you do the nestea plunge |
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I only came to have some fun but I get caught up in the rapture |
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I don't even write lyrics no more, I manufacture |
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Cold shit, you know that old gold shit, that raw shit |
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That drunken alkahol shit that make you say, aw shit |
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Them motherfuckers is too slick for Michael |
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We be creepin' up on you like police on bikes |
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It's the middle of the hype night |
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All the ladies looking right, right |
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My Likwit niggaz, keep it tight, tight |
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Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight |
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It's the middle of the hype night |
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All the ladies looking right, right |
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My Likwit niggaz keep it |
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Me and my niggaz out lookin' for a party to crash |
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Mashed out to Long Beach but we stop for some gas |
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I pull in first, CaTash pulled in last |
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J-Ro steady rollin' blunts of the Moroccan hash |
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Since, it's all about the cash, we lay on that smash |
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Hit up four five and Carson, scoop Xzibit and Brad |
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The sounds beatin' so hard it's vibratin' my glass |
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Blast, plus we drivin' way too fast |
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Slow down, you can't crash the whip, slow down |
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And hit a dip 'cause I paid a lot of money for this promise kit |
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We runnin' late for a show, we got this money to get |
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The nightlife'll have you caught up in all types of shit |
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Like what? Like this, like that, like that like this |
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I drink St. Ide's, I don't be fuckin' with Crist' |
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'Cause we the type of clique that need to drink somethin' stronger |
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When tha Liks is in the house, the party last longer |
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I dedicate this song to, bitches and thugs |
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Who party down at the club and show tha Liks love |
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Even with creatine injected in your spleen |
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You couldn't compete with my all-star Likwit team |
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'Cause tha Liks reign supreme of all hip-hop scenes |
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We heard about your boogie party, bumrushed it in jeans |
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And still pulled the hoes most likely to succeed |
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Where that nigga J-Ro? Most likely smokin' weed |
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It's the middle of the night, night |
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All the ladies looking right, right |
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My Likwit niggaz keep it tight, tight |
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Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight |
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It's the middle of the night, night |
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All the ladies looking right, right |
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My Likwit niggaz keep it tight, tight |
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Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight |
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Yo, check it out |
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Turn up the level more so I can hear the shit forever more |
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I came out of nowhere like predator, that's a metaphor |
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If you rap-impaired, you might say what happened there |
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While the B-boys clap and cheer, bring that beat back in here |
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Nighttime is the right time to write rhymes |
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Why you wanna bite mine? I blow you away like white lines |
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I think, you better let it go, get yo' ass off my pedestal |
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Before you need attention and it's gonna be medical |
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If rap was basketball, I'd have the earl the pearl handles |
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I drink everything but Jack Daniels |
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Rap scandals don't interest me, I don't get dressy |
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Tha Liks rock the shows but leave the whole crowd messy |
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It's the middle of the night, night |
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All the ladies looking right, right |
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My Likwit niggaz keep it tight, tight |
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Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight |
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It's the middle of the night, night |
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All the ladies looking right, right |
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My Likwit niggaz keep it tight, tight |
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Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight |