| Welcome to the next level
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| The L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
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| Verse One: J-Ro
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| Youse a nigga everybody diss cause you can’t bust this
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| You got a bad name like Dick Butkis
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| Welcome to the next level, of rhyme flowin
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| Scratchin, hookin up beats, and hoe catchin
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| Everytime I come home, I got fifty messages
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| I only call back the girls with big big breasteses
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| Ooh, I got bitties, in all the major cities
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| The safest way to have sex is right between her (tittes)
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| I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin on a phillie
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| She started actin silly, so I popped her like a willie
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| I’m like Cucamonga, I’m way out
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| And you know I got the flow that’ll never play out
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| I was raised in Cali just like a palm tree
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| I rock the mic from London to the Mohabi
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| Tash Diamond D and the Ro to the J Amazing feats happen when we come out to play
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| Verse Two: Diamond D Out the funk bag of tricks
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| Just for kicks, I represent with the Liks
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| So here’s the vicks, I’m hittin harder than a brick
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| Tricks get slick, and face the dick real quick |
| You better recognize, adjust your bifocals
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| Your style is local, I sit on beats in Acupulco
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| I put words together like Peter Jennings
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| And skate on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming
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| So woah to those who owe
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| From one oh four five six to nine oh two one oh
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| I’m sippin on pina colada
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| Two blocks off La Cienega, at the Ramada
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| But hold up, I’m not done yet
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| I get hard like the perm pimps wear on Sunset
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| So recoginize when you feel it DITC, you can’t steal it, aight
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| (Tash) My men, my men
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| Verse Three: Tash, E-Swift
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| For all my niggaz in the places with blunts in they faces
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| Off the two turntables with the anvil cases
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| It’s the L-I-K's that blaze and amaze that
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| in these crazy-ass days
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| Bu the Alkaholik rhymer, King Tee and Diamond D Got the gats pointed at ya like we’re to round three
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| Cause nineteen ninety-four is the year we overdo it With the house party beats and flowin like fluid
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| Cause ain’t nothin too but to do that shit and print it But it’s all about the loot so every move is documented
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| And vented, by the man born for lyric kickin |
| Coolin out with your bitch eatin sweet and sour chicken
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| Exceeing Visa limits if the tab’s on you
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| I get drunk and reminesce about the shit I used to do We used ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby
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| Me, Mike D, and my beatbox Robby
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| Sendin kids back to the lab for more practice
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| The only way they’d win, if we battled to see who’s the wackest
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| Ten years later, still a hip-hop slave
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| A prehistoric b-boy makin beats in my cave
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| The L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
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| It’s the, liquid flows that we spillin on ya Broadcastin live from Southern California, and we out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Next Level , by - Tash. Song from the album Publicity Stunt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп