| Mmm, aiyyo gimme that microphone and I’mma 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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| 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 niggas 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 niggas 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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| Niggas 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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| without last line
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| «Hell motherfuckin…»
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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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| Ain’t it krunk, this is Likwit MC’s |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Image Fantôme (Pavane Pour Une Enfant Défunte) , by - Jane Birkin. Song from the album Fictions, in the genre Поп