Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Level, artist - Tash. Album song Publicity Stunt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sterling World
Song language: English
Next Level |
| Welcome to the next level |
| The L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh |
| Verse One: J-Ro |
| Youse a nigga everybody diss cause you can’t bust this |
| You got a bad name like Dick Butkis |
| Welcome to the next level, of rhyme flowin |
| Scratchin, hookin up beats, and hoe catchin |
| Everytime 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 (tittes) |
| I beeped this fillie 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 Mohabi |
| Tash Diamond D and the Ro to the J Amazing feats happen when we come out to play |
| Verse Two: Diamond D Out the funk bag of tricks |
| Just for kicks, I represent with the Liks |
| So here’s the vicks, 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 beats in Acupulco |
| I put words together like Peter Jennings |
| And skate on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming |
| So woah to those who owe |
| From one oh four five six to nine oh two one oh |
| I’m sippin on pina colada |
| Two blocks off La Cienega, at the Ramada |
| But hold up, I’m not done yet |
| I get hard like the perm pimps wear on Sunset |
| So recoginize when you feel it DITC, you can’t steal it, aight |
| (Tash) My men, my men |
| Verse Three: Tash, E-Swift |
| For all my niggaz in the places 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 |
| in these crazy-ass days |
| Bu the Alkaholik rhymer, King Tee and Diamond D Got the gats pointed at ya like we’re to round three |
| Cause nineteen ninety-four is the year we overdo it With the house party beats and flowin like fluid |
| 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 |
| And vented, by the man born for lyric kickin |
| Coolin out with your bitch eatin sweet and sour chicken |
| Exceeing Visa limits if the tab’s on you |
| 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 |
| 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 wackest |
| 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 motherfuckers so damn fresh |
| It’s the, liquid flows that we spillin on ya Broadcastin live from Southern California, and we out |