The Next Level

Welcome to the next level

(Check it out, y'all)

(Must be the booze that I was sipping)

The L-I-K-S

What makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh?

(Must be the booze that I was sipping)

Welcome to the next level

(Check it out, y'all)

You's a **** everybody diss 'cause you can't bust this

You got a bad name, like Dick Butkus

Welcome to the next level of rhyme flowin'

Scratching, hooking up beats, and ho-catchin'

Every time I come home, I got fifty messages

I only call back the girls with big, big breasteses

Ooh, I got bitties in all the major cities

The safest way to have sex is right between her (Titties)

I beeped this filly from Philly, we was puffin' on a phillie

She started actin' silly, so I popped her like a willie

I'm like Cucamonga, I'm way out

And you know I got the flow that'll never play out

I was raised in Cali just like a palm tree

I rock the mic from London to the Mojave

Tash, Diamond D, and the Ro to the J

Amazing feats happen when we come out to play

(Must be the booze that I was sipping)

Welcome to the next level

(Check it out, y'all)

The L-I-K-S

Welcome to the next level

(Check it out, y'all)

The L-I-K-S

What makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh?

Out the funk bag of tricks

Just for kicks, I represent with the Liks

So here's the fix, I'm hittin' harder than a brick

Tricks get slick and face the dick real quick

You better recognize, adjust your bifocals

Your style is local, I sit on beaches in Acapulco

I put words together like Peter Jennings

And skate on motherfuckers like Peggy Fleming

So woe to those who owe

From 10456 to 90210

I'm sippin' on piña colada

Two blocks off La Cienega at the Ramada

But hold up, I'm not done yet

I get hard like the perms pimps wear on Sunset

So recognize when you feel it

DITC, you can't steal it, a'ight

The L-I-K-S

Welcome to the next level

The L-I-K-S

Welcome to the next level

The L-I-K-S

What makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh?

For all my **** in the place with blunts in they faces

Off the two turntables with the Anvil cases

It's the L-I-K's that blaze and amaze that

(Gots to roll deep) In these crazy ass days

But the Alkaholik rhymer, King Tee and Diamond D

Got the gats pointed at ya like Richard Roundtree

'Cause 1994 is the year we overdo it

With the house party beats and flowin' like fluid

'Cause ain't nothing to it but the dude that shit and print it

But it's all about the loot, so every move is documented

And vented by the man born for lyric kickin'

Coolin' out with your bitch, eatin' sweet and sour chicken

Exceeding Visa limits if the tab's on you

I get drunk and reminisce about the shit I used to do

We used to take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby

Me, Mike D, and my beatbox Robby

Sendin' kids back to the lab for more practice

The only way they'd win if we battled to see who's the whackest

Ten years later, still a hip-hop slave

A prehistoric B-boy makin' beats in my cave

The L-I-K-S

What makes them motherfucker so damn fresh?

It's the liquid flows that we spillin' on ya

Broadcasting live from Southern California, and we out

Welcome to the next level

The L-I-K-S

Welcome to the next level

The L-I-K-S

Welcome to the next level

A rhyme flowin'

(Must be the booze that I was sipping)

(Check it out, y'all)

(Must be the booze that I was sipping)

(Check it out)

(Check it out, y'all)

(Check it out, y'all)

(Check it out, y'all)

(Check it out, y'all)

(Check it out, y'all)

(Check it out, y'all)