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Ahh, ahh, I be killin' it (Why Tash?) 'Cause I be feelin' it I get money so no need for stealin' it I work diligent beneath the earth's soil Where I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in foil But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's freezing 'Cause I from the Likwid crew where we got drinks for every season Maybe that's the reason why I live high all July And the place I buy my beer is callin' in for more supply Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no Maybe niggaz got some friends that wanna battle for some dough If you know somebody holla, 'cause I take those extra dollars Split that shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala And lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys And say, nigga that's your's, 'cause you opened up doors Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour So God bless ya, never let this rap pressure test ya You know who got your back when them other niggaz sweat ya' So check uno dos while I roast this coast a toast When it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the most I be killin' it (Killin' it) (killin' it, killin' it) Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya niggaz feelin' it (Killin' it, killin' it) (Killin' it, killin' it) J-Ro is up next to flow Dat's me I be killin' it (Killin' it) When I be feelin' it Got rum in my cup, best believe I won't be spillin' it Yo, Xzibit (Whattup Ro?) I got to know, do I got that Likwid flow (Oh, fo' sho') Well, here I go, mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche two-seater I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears And Astro vans with swivel chairs hoes come in pairs Plus makin' money's in my genes That's why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravin' My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash My mouth craves the brew and my Johnson craves the ass Who's on blast? Tha Liks, baby, don't twist it Just rock it, got your girl's number in my change pocket What's her name? Stella, if she's on me kinda hella Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, is what I tell her I get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get loose Wack MC's are like prunkos, they have no use I just got off the court, where I was whoopin' some cats In basketball, here's a question that I have to ask y'all Who be killin' it, is it the ladies? Who be killin' it, is it the fellas? Who be killin' it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin' it, is it the gangsters? Who be killin' it, is it the rastas? Who be killin' it Killin' it, killin' it, killin' it? See I be killin' it, yeah, when I be feelin' it This is dedicated to the niggaz that be stealin' shit Straight from the bottom of my black ass heart The untamed feel no shame, on top of the game Mr. Big Bad Insane, black John McClane Look, listen and learn, you only get what you earn So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke Go straight for the throat, we known for rockin' the boat It's hard to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts Tryin' to stack like King Tut and still bang the microphone up Demandin', clear lane for crash landin' If anything I'm guaranteed to be the 'Last Man Standing' Pick a number motherfucker, whassup? The circumstance make you shit in your pants and we advance As an avalanche of soul and everything that shine ain't gold Just 'cause niggaz got brew don't make 'em nickel proof My record contract reads hit man for hire Xzibit showin grace under fire Tha Alkaholiks killin' it (Killin' it) (Killin' it, killin' it) Tha Liks rock that shit that have all y'all niggaz feelin' it Once again feelin' it, killin' it (Killin' it) Drillin' it (Drillin' it) What, yeah, bring it live with the, yeah, feelin' it (Feelin' it) (Killin' it) Like this Party down, party down, party down Bringin' it live once again, yeah, 'cause I be killin' it (What, stabbin' it, beatin' it, yeah) Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit like this out the West coast Say what, wha, what, wha, what, what? I say what, wha, what, wha, what, what? It's the likwid crew We be killin' it, uhh, 'cause we be feelin' it Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what, what?
Writer(s): Alvin Joiner, James Robinson, Rico Smith, Otis Jackson Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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