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[xzibit]
From now and forever its the likwit emcee

"from now and forever its the likwit emcee" -scratched by tony touch

[defari]
Danger danger, wild west ranger ranger
Rearrange'a the mark ass stranger
Behold, the look on my face stone cold
With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
I'm the golden state bear with a rough flare, plus debanare
Time for me and mine, but for any kind i can't care
Stormy weather rain liquid
Defari con tony toca, tash, and xzibit
Break necks bounce with it when i spit it
Knockin this jam is a form of calastenics
Let it knock when you mashin down the block
Rims spank with the car wash
Watch the bitches stop
An look, always stay five steps ahead
Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed
Dead to the world but ?hayru? he be the sun
Always burnin, 'cuz my job is never done
Run from one time i rather dump an ak
Thats for all the black and brown that got carried away
To the morg, when i look in the mirror i see the lord

"oh my god" -scratched by tt

[tash]
Since niggas wanna set trip
It's time to start the checklist
Tash the likwit rhymer runnin through your city reckless
Blame it on the hennisey, we drink that shit for breakfast
My style be standin out like my homie tony's necklace
This is flawless raw'less for ya ballers
Nah, fuck y'all, this is for all my drunken alcoholiks
Nah, fuck dat, this is for my homie tony touch
I told ya homeboy we come through in the clutch
New york, l.a. its not the same thing
Y'all niggas rob, out here we gangbang
Guns to the ammo, niggas think they rambo
Standin on the corner with they khakis and they flannel
Dang yo' flow sound just like d's
Who wanna battle three g's for t's
Please, read it off the lips of the alki-bumrusher
Fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya

Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya

[xzibit]
Lets get upclose and personal, malicious, sid vicious
I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin tonight
Rapper's delight, keep it at the house but ain't fuckin it right
Got'choo stuck in the headlights, can't move
Impact is all of the sudden, vehicular homicide
But i ain't stoppin for nothin
Me and my cousin, strong buzzin, and playin a dozen
Pushin and shovin', leads to gettin sucked and rolled up
Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up
Rappers act like they ain't gon' die for small fry
Try to reply, don't touch what you ain't gon' buy
I ain't gon' lie, motherfucker love to get high
Barely get by with scraps and pennies
Now we winnin grammy's and emmy's
And party with the henni and remi
Got a big bang theory nigga keepin it hot
Its the art versus ??? or not

[scratched by tt]
"let me show some off me skills here"
"alright....that does it"

(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit]
Fa so la ti do yeah i'm doin' vocals
Intimate turn the music up, yeah c'mon!
{beat starts...}
Yeah! c'mon in, yeah welcome
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhh, ya undastand me?
Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin' quik, yeah
You know me, x to the z, yeah (arah!)
Ahh, it don't stop, huhh yeah
Some new shit, come on...
We just want you to bounce to
This shit for a minute, yeah
Ain't no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve your stress, here we go
Yes...
Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce...{repeat}

Put your pussy in my faaaace...
And let me lick you 'till i
Feel the taaaaste...

[xzibit] (verse one) {1:56}
I am the master of the ceremony
So my territory be off limits to gimmicks
And niggas with wack lyrics
And tracks that lack spirits
So pop your collar (pop your collar!)
Fuck a dollar, i'm at ya tough and hard to swallow
Hard act to follow never the role model the what not
Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!
Then changed the direction of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it
What choo want from it
A reputation a luxurious life
Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife
You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes
With action cameras and lights and your shit ain't tight
It's on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)
Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope
Remain with smoke, remote with tash and ras kass
Six months of full blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha

(chorus) {2:42}
Put your pussy in my faaace...and i'll
(let me lick you laaady)
Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste...
(would you, would you)
{repeat 2x}
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you

[hi-c] (verse two) {3:24}
I'm a royalty check cashin'
Coup deville smashin', pretty titty assassin
Lookin' for some action
If you want compassion, i'll be pussy basshin'
Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the fuck happened?'
'was it somethin' i did? was it my three kids?
You don't love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?'
I'm tryna be nice, so i'm sittin' there thinkin'
But i had to tell the bitch 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)
Niggas, spendin' they last, tryna hustle for ass
You bought a cadillac truck, but you can't buy gas
Insurance is a bitch, i hope you don't crash
But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag
When it come to fasion, don't make me start flashin'
Break a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin'
I'm leather, you're leather, together we be clashin'
Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, homie start bashin'!

(chorus) {4:06}
Put your pussy in my faaace...and i'll
(let me lick you laaady)
Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste...
(would you, would you)
{repeat 2x}
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Trunk shit

Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree
Burnin all the way to four when it's time for an encore
Hardcore, unexplanable like the trinity
Taking out the enemy with double shots of hennessey
And ain't no such thing as a survivor
Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire
While i dominate brainstorm like mcgyver
I make fakes deteriorate like richard pryor
Now who's the liar, who's the man with the answers
Am i the xzibit or breakin down like branches
Tryin to survive in this high price of livin
That's only most niggaz is dead or in prison
And a whole new style of livin

We are at an all time low like jacques cousteau
We got the minors and the majors and i just went pro
I'm like shadrac meshack abendago
It's way too hot niggas gotta shake the spot
We put you all up in knots but yo it's all for a reason
As long as i'm sweatin and breathin it's open season
On any emcee that flash his brights in my gunsights
In the shade, paid, from the bitch-made
Took the test made the grade now we in the cut
You can't handle the static you don't wanna turn it up
Your eyes my shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit
But you still won't step so come next
To a whole new style of livin

Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree
Burnin all the way to four when it's time for an encore
Hardcore, unexplanable like the trinity
Taking out the enemy with double shots of hennessey
And ain't no such thing as a survivor
Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire
While i dominate brainstorm like mcgyver
I make fakes deteriorate like richard pryor
Now who's the liar, who's the man with the answers
Am i the xzibit or breakin down like branches
Tryin to survive in this high price of livin
That's only most niggaz is dead or in prison
And a whole new style of livin

Xzibit intro:
Yo it's the almight xzibit. in the law house huh.
With laylaw huh and d-mac huh (ras kass).
Ntroducing huh. the nigga ras kass ha.
We all know and love him ha.
Yo let's bring it through youknowhati'msayin'
Bring that shit through nigga. what's up yo yo.

Ras kass:
Well it's the r double ak triple s the letters of my name
For you and your bitch to unscramble on soul train
This arch angel got niggas hooked like crack babies
I think of bomb shit like my brain was made outta m-80s (caviar)
I flow 16 pablo escobar perverse perversion' so fat my dick got a double chin
My mcin' produce more seaman then wet dreamin'
Of hostin' bet with rachel in the caribbean
C-arson home of niggas with gold visas and heaters
Sendin' jesus subpoenas
(got you singin' duets with selena nigga)
So sister act
Cause black nun (none) get love
And i'm a have juice till mark ferman plants the bloody glove
I drive european cars and smoke cuban cigars
Bring it phat to your ears like warren g's keyloyds
From b-boys to d-boyz it's like shippin' keys from overseas
Please i move mc's like o.z.s

Hook:
See niggas from outta town don't even fuck around

Ras kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle los angels

Xzibit:
See handguns and girls that's the way of the underworld

Ras kass:
There ain't no angel that you can strangle arch angels (say what?)

Ras kass:
See left coast niggas is the craziest
I dodge shotgun pellets in the felonious los skandalous
Golden state
Home of dysfunctional gang truces
5.8 quakes where glass houses pancake (westsiiiiiide)
But i be in the hood like a rebuilt engine
Fuck what i'm benchin' i weave through tracks like extensions (nigga)
I'm ridin' for chips like on time on motorcycles
And for looters to get trifle
I'm like a chink on a slason swap meet roof with two automatic rifles
Puberty got me vicious
And these generation x bitches is too big for they britches
15 goin' on 30
"i wanna fuck" written all over their faces with mack compact blowin' kisses
Promoted like seven oasis gettin' niggas twisted in statutory rape cases
But i write rhymes in enough white lines askin' melle mel my punchlines
Hit from the baseline like six by nines
Crack addicts and reggie miller
That's fo reala
I x more hollywood squares than phillis dilla

Hook:

Xzibit:
Yeah niggas from outta town don't even fuck around

Ras kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle los angels (yeah)

Xzibit:
Welcome to the place where niggas make moves

Ras kass:
Nigga there ain't no angel that you can strangle arch angels

Xzbit:
Handguns and girls that's the way of the underworld

Ras kass:
But there ain't no angle that you can strangle los angels (ha)

Xzibit:
Home of the scandalous big bad los angeles

Ras kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle arch angels

Ras kass:
You know man all i have in this world is two things man
That's my word and my balls
Or maybe that's three things
So on microphones i let my nuts hang like john homes
And took so many niggas out i should change my name to chaperone
D-mac and laylaw know that on mic cables
I got one thousand two hundred techniques similar to the turntable
So if it's crem de la creme since i'm smarter i oughta
Float like dead bodies in water
Manana tell your girl this here mayatti got one extra backstage pass
If she put 'em on the glass
Cause she be jockin' rappers that be seen with who's who
The single charters so she blows me for a hit like cluckheads do
No mc parallels they behind bars like rick's jail cell
To rock well i need a beat like...
Child abuse victims (ha ha)
Everything i say turn to yay
This shit was blowin' kids away before timothy mcveigh

Hook

Xzibit outro:
Yeah yeah straight from motherfuckin' xzibt ha ha and the lawhouse
Youknowhati'msayin' with that nigga ras kass (he's guilty).
Yeah yeah. break it down. it won't stop. west coast hip hop (yo yo).
It's the almighty xzibit (booyaka).

{xzibit}
Mi casa es su casa
Mi raza es su raza

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Kid frost

This is big business, understand me?
Yeah, you can't take no for a answer

Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
We're playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all over the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome shotie
Whenever they run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it
Xzibit get your whole shit crowded
And packed to capacity
You actually had the audacity
To want some problems with the x man
Lift you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's hard lessons
You can't negotiate with a weapon
When it's fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some olde english that's covered with frost
And it's like that

[ chorus ]
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season for stackin the papers

Chasin my chips till my last days
Hit a million dollar lick and split it three ways

{frost}
I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half hustler
One side's about my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
So when i creep, i crawl, i'm like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, i slice you with my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player before i had riches
And now i'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches

[ chorus ]

{jayo felony}
I don't give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear i'm gunnin y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when i let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, i take the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, i'm rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause it's a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let's call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that shit that get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and beamers and my chips
And i'm keepin four eyes on em schemers when i dip, bitch

[ chorus ]

"a alkaholik, you know what i'm sayin" ("likwidation" sample)

[xzibit]
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sideline
Ladies and gentlemen, what we have for you
Mr. catashtraphe from the likwit crew

[tash]
A lot of rappers fuck it up, catashtraphe'll fuck it down
I'm so hungry for the mic like we just gettin off the ground
But my style is at a national
Three albums in, you ask your friends about catash
They'll say "tash can injure ninja"
The gunner, i walkin in ask about the spread
Bet against the likwit crew's the best way to lose your wig
Cuz i'm above y'all niggaz heads, below y'all niggaz knees
My style'll get you drunk till you can't say your "abc's"
I get my write on, nick at nite wit my light on
Cuz goin plat-i-num is what my homies got they sight on
Cuz i been mega-tight on microphones since i was tethen
I may not look like i'm the deepest, but looks is deceivin
Cuz i be takin mines into deep space nine
Wit a sip of brew for me and two sips for mankind
Cuz tash got the style wit more soul than solid quartz
I got that big game, you might hear my name on ea sports

[xzibit]
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
*flex starts cuttin*
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Ladies and gentlemen what we have for you
*flex blends into next song*

Verse one: xzibit

(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
Cuz it's the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the ceilin
See there aint enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown/throw down
Your best style i'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a dental
And a loaded pistol
No longer lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit indo
Killin quarts of beer
Sadie's outta here...

Verse two: mc breeze

Like a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/cuz i'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops i seize none
And niggas step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I aint the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if i aint paid right
To the promoters on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like manson
Aint wit the dancin
But still i get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin i'm unbeatable/i'm sayin i'm untouchable
Livin comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus i'm rollin wit the cross roads
Movin fast foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause mode
I goes deep like a great white
But i'm a stay black
No matter how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets bigger
You might get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out this nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro, tash

For the balls basketballs
Microphones gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to pass
93 mandingo/94 i'm the pharoah
Cuz i'm b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get wild
Wit more styles than the martial arts
I need weed
I roll more grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a looter
Now i'm writin raps on my lab-top computer
J-ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green
Been on the scene/since the age of 13
I learned i had to earn the mic
Now's my turn
I got furious styles like larry fishburne...

Wit da bitches tunin me in
Like it's the young and the restless
Next up to bust my shit
From the l-i-k-s's
Yes it's the freshest
Wit lyrics rough around the edges
I'll smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of benson hedges
But..hold up wait
I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht
Cuz i be rockin rhymes
Since the roof was on fire
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra when i catch ya
Broadway is on the tables
While i throw these lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my sound
You betta do the hokey pokey
And turn ya self around...

Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

Crooked i:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When i'm rockin' i'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, i'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), i'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when i'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When i'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let's get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!

Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see i continue mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly
Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories
Sincerely, i could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock

Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

Xzibit:
When i was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that's a promise i can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg kurupt

Daz:
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that

That's what i'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat
(don't step up)
Right, right
(don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what i'm talkin' about
Daz dillinger
(don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade this shit

Intro: xzibit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, d o g, what, mr. x to the z, yeah, and kurupt
The kingpin, dogghouse records takin over the shit in the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo

Hook: xzibit
I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
(we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off)
I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions
(we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off

[kurupt]
Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off
Blast wit somethin and i breaks all the walls off
Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket
Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury
Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers that i don't care
It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses

[pinky]
It's goin down by the year 2 g
I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat
My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet
Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep
Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and
Gun in hand, operation quicksand
Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand
I had to bless the head of a military man
Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from iran
Looking from a third eye, i spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, i know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink

Hook

[cpo]
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese
You work your fuckin employees
You know you get all excited like that
Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz i like it like that, bitch
I kill drama, shit get action packed
When i jump out the black stealth bomber
Cuz it's bout, you know, i want the fuckin mansion pad
To heal that bitch sittin on
So don't waste the fuckin cheese that you earn
Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn
Don't fuck with bossy off the glam,
Rollin crack , blow blocks in half

[tray deee]
We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
Handles all business and pay off the comissioner
Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches
Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin
Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin
Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on
No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome
This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown
Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want
Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked
And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain
Gangbang slang came and aint gon change
All out till we fall out, fuck the world
Dogghouse style with the chucks and curls

Hook

[xzibit]
Yes
Millenium shit
Limp bizkit, ha, x to the z
Yeah, ha
Bringin it live to you and yours
Ladies and gentlemen, ha, ha, ha
My homeboy, yo get at 'em dog

Hook: fred durst
You don't wanna fuck with, me today
Cuz a little somethin, somethin didn't, go your way
So try not to be like, that today
Cuz i'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way
We don't give a fuck when we're rockin the place
We're only givin a fuck if you're invadin the space
So getcha, getcha groove on [gotta getcha groove on]
Don't keep us waitin too long [don't keep us waitin too long]

[fred durst]
Don't you treat me like a toy kid
Do you enjoy this
Every single second i'm alive i'm a mess
Got these laser beam mic checks
Communicatin through the genelect
High tech, keep you on the run now
Don't wanna be that, guy
Every single second i'm alive, i'm, alive
I, don't understand why
I got control, full of candy in your soul while
Pumpin up the sweetness
This is what you need
Another little piece of me inside of you
Cuz you know that i always keep it true (keep it true)
And that's exactly why i do just what i do
Yeah, it's what i do

Hook

[xzibit]
I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul and find yourself
Cuz mind control can turn y'all to someone else
So fast, your head'll probably spin the fuck right off
Me and fred about to go half on microsoft
Me and limp burnin twenty percent
Your little half ass direct hits aint even makin a dent
What an event, all hell xzibit and limp
As we attempt to bring home the championship
It's all in the wrists i still leave the league an assist
Gimme the fifth, i'm drinking while i'm takin a piss, bitch

Hook

[xzibit]
I got untapped material, i serial kill shit
Gimme the real shit, x finish 'em all quick
Makin your jaw split when i'm touchin the mosh pit
Constant conflict, knockin faggots unconscious
Nauseous, raisin the stakes, increasin the weight
Got homies i can lay down that lift they plates
So quit trying to invade my space
Before i call for a face to face, and gotta rest my case like...

[durst]
This is how we do it
Just recognize we keep gettin right to it
Lookin through these eyes, look into these eyes
And you'll see the size of the flame
Then you might despise the size of my game
Step the fuck back, xzibit's on the track
You should've buckled up before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight track
Brought me to a place, where platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch

Hook to end

[xzibit over hook]
Limp bizkit ladies and gentlemen
C'mon! yeah!
Takin this shit over for motherfucking 2000, 2001
Limp bizkit, mr. x to the z, xzibit
Kickin a mudhole in you bitch ass motherfuckers
Yeah! ha! it don't stop what, it never stop huh
Like this! huh
Yeah, yeah, 2000
R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah, yeah

[xzibit]
X to the z, huh, c'mon
I ain't the type that catches the most of your feelings
Plus your sexual healing is very appealing, i'm ready and willing
Time to expose the handcuffs and lock you up
You will find every desire when the x man touch
She said she like them rough and i was right up her alley
Drop the top, hit the switch, bounce the trial
Got it together, kind of women i keep 'em forever
Here's a trip, how your skin tone is matching my leather
Yeah, your friends player hate and said you can do better
You in love with a thug, saying you down with whatever
You know what's up with the long braids and hennesey breath
I love ya to death, relaxing with your head on my chest
It's like

[donell jones] (xzibit)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(yeah, say what, say what, say what)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, girl you know what's up)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(it's like, say what, say what, say what, bring it, yeah)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(girl, you know what's up, c'mon)

[donell jones]
Hit the block with the system bumpin'
All the fly ladies start jockin'
Got the rims on the benzo glossin'
While stopped on the road, we flossin'
That's the way that we flow
Smoked up with the tint down low
Cuz you and your girls wanna go
Pimp-house suite with me and some mo'

[?]
So, what's it gon' be? you gon' roll wit' me?
C'mon, take a lil' trip down and blow wit' me
I got a few chips, you could blow wit' me
Oh, and i got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me
Yo, shorty, if you drive, i let you push the five
We could take a ride, shit, it's nice outside
I figure we could cruise, kick it and hit the spot
Call donell cuz he got mad pull at the mariot, yeah

[donell jones]
Ooh say what, say what, say what
Ooh girl you know what's up
Ooh say what, say what, say what
Ooh girl you know what's up

I'm checkin' out you and your ladies
Twenty-ones on the drop top mercedes
You down the block lookin' faded
Niggas be all talk but they just hate playin'
I'm feelin' you cuz you look lovely
Watchin' your body in the back, from the bubbly
Checkin' down your neck real slow
If you don't wanna tell, keep it on the low

[pharoahe monch]
It was all too prevalent
The evidence was that she can't fuck you
Miss you like she miss the rain, boo
Black gange, you represent me like the girls with bangoos
Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot shit
Beat you the way dick tangle
Oh, and when we, we let me untangle at the strangler
Back off tour, rest assure
Then we can get it on like dogs on all fours
On the floor, say what?

[donell jones] (pharoah monch) {cuban link}
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(pharoah monch in the house, you get out)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(ladies, rub on your titties) {cuban link, what}
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(pharoah monch in the house, you get out) {joey crack, terror squad, baby}
Ooh girl you know what's up
(ladies, rub on your titties)

[fat joe]
Yo, who that cat that rap the bronx crazy?
Fat motherfucker but still the broads chase me
That never taste the pastry (naw, my man lace me)
But ask yourself what has he really done lately?
See, i'm the type that take ya to new heights
First-class flight to the trinidad fights
Ya ice be bling-blinging in all the pretty bright lights
Front row, right besides where she see the fight

[cuban link]
Yo, you know what's up, i'm from the rugged to so pretty to fuck it
Love it when honeys rub my stomach and play with my little puppet
Ain't no kissing or hugging in public, bitches be buggin'
I got it covered in shows, i give my hoes some jim jugget
I be clubbin' up in jimmy's cafe, just havin' fun
If i ain't rubbin', i'm up in the vip bookin' something
With a gun in my waist just in case niggas be frontin'
I'm just playin' it safe, these days i trust nuttin'
That's what's up

[donell jones]
I got 'em all in head boys rockin'
Second round and it no stoppin'
Got it up with the cristal poppin'
Up and down with your body hoppin' baby
Girl you know you got me buggin'
Third round, it's about to get ugly
She's puttin' on a show
Talkin' no more, she's doin' a video

[?]
She said, "whoa, say what, say what"
Shush up then touch her from gut to butt
Keep it hush, keep it, ?lick it up from trust?
She loves this thrust, say what, say what
Wanna kiss her, flip her, lick her
With her shit's thicker, steppin' off my slippers
Unzippin' my zippers quicker
Penny-rate or the ripper
Split up, skinny-dippin'
Punanny, nanny, dun-daddah
So what, you thicka nigga

[donell jones] (cuban link)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(uh, baby, dime lo que quiere)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, dime que tu necesita)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(are you ready to get sweaty?)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, cuz the rythm's gon' freak ya)

Ooh say what, say what, say what
(uh, baby, dime lo que quiere)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, dime que tu necesita)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(are you ready to get sweaty?)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, cuz the rythm's gon' freak ya)

Ooh say what, say what, say what
(terror squad, baby)
Ooh girl you know what's up
Ooh say what, say what, say what

Xzibit intro:
Yes yes. ahh ahh. bring it live
Yo it's the x to the z from the likwit squad

Hook:
"one mc" "after" (x3)
"on the mic"- souls of mischief

[xzibit]
All that get money take money sound funny
So i stick to my own i can feel it in my bones
These clones and clowns ain't really down
Play the background westbound
Huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound
Plus i feel that no style is darker than mine
You can stick that into places where the sun don't shine
All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight
Spend half a million dollars still don't sound tight
Bring truth to the light
I write rhymes for the under
Blunt smokin' bottle crackin' all day slumber
Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down
As long as i can twist a fat one and pass it around
Mr. x to the z from the likwit crew
La to elviaire with my man eq
Coming live and direct with your neck like this
Come home and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift
I stay fucked up

Hook

[del]
Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous
Kids are squeamish
When they attempt to refless
I'm the apex
Shows get rocked half the words ?
Hold your glock your whole goal is props
You'll never get 'em
My rhythm just fluctuates
You can't o.d. no matter how much you take
I rush your plates
Crack your lenses clean like benzene
Cool like menthol
My shits the end all
Majorly gain your speed slow your role
You lie and like pinochio your nose will grow
Let's go
Underground compress co
Bust these jewels these diamonds out
But still some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout
Mine in doubt
Traversing' the earth like zombies
And rocks your dirty laundry
Presented to the world as comedy
Del rips it honestly that's why the girls are found of me
And don't be squandering your little flow
You ain't got many
You're fly spinning
We constitution
You seek contribution from del for usage
Over these acoustics
I take time out for use of
Harkus representing proof in you walkman
Lockin' competition out of studios
Everyday i live is like a musical
Create my own score
More funkier than shaft on my musical path

Hook

[casual]
They like "ooh. don't say that."
When it's lay doe a dat competition where they at?
I diss 'em
Steady at the rhythm
Like a pilot i keep you silent
Through the turbulence words will get violent
Mega doses exposes is flagellant composes
All you get is roses on your grave you misbehave
It's the brave courageous lyrically contagious
Spiritually engage with the psychedelic waves of
An egyptian
We rips then
Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin'
Cause no light shine through a flow like mine
Casual might ignite the mic for pastime
With one style older than the sundial
My elaborate connection of words is fun how
I display, dismay this way gettin' bissy
Crackers show off the top while i'm hittin' a j
My immaculate style attackin' with nouns and verbs
For the wack it gets foul
Got a full metal jacket off rhymes to press
To manifest under pressure
Past style a lyrical treasure
Never the less i get fresher
It's involital my biological make up composes of flesh and blows
Will dispose of all
When they appear in my crystal ball
I know you wish i fall
"yes y'all"

Hook

* also featured on sway and king tech's "this or that"

[a.g.]
Check it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live socket
Hit em with all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, i'm talkin papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or i might rip it
Critics dig my style cause i write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when i hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, i'll go twice
Lit it up when i blow mics

[evidence]
Show mic precise, require sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos
Y'all hear me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's right sometimes i get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift
To all my dj's, with skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

[defari]
Don't sleep on, i leave your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a century
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means i'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

[iriscience]
Well if a brother gets the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee
Fuck that, i strip the mic with tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!
Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly
Rocca, i work the angles triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly
My g is god, what's your g for, geometry?
This man of war beats cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?
The spitfire fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's word to beni b
It's guaranteed

[xzibit]
Make t-shirts and slingshots, i bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now i fucking hate the bitch
She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent
And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated
Hotter than satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was won: with microphones and turntables

i wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute
Yea thanks for the lighter
Anybody smoke here?
Aight, thats more for me you punk
Motherfuckers
Look, check it out, look

[verse 1]
Everybody, he was born to hustle
It's a very thin line between the boss
And the muscle
We foot soldiers
Face first in the trenches
Only time i'm on my back is fucking these
Hoes and weight bitches
Hell's kitchen, raw kitchen
Never crying and bitching and settling
For less
Metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary
It's x-man the mercenary
Carry a .44 desert eagle
Feeding the people even if it aint legal
Low-riding in the regal or the cadillac
Money stacked probably give yo ass a
Heart attack
Purchased your last cd i want my money
Back
You see the battle ima see you in the
Street
Survival of the first to draw the heaters
And the cannons
Im guaranteed to be the last man standing

[chorus 2x]
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers on the
Front line
This one's for all of us
Thinking bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause its the year 2000

[verse 2]
Everybody wannabe king
Fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine
I hear it all the time
Live your life for the day
Easier to burn than papier-mache
Started with dre
Graduate to radioplay
I still ain't satisfied
Bout to blast off worldwide
Get in line check the politics
Ever wonder why only certain
Motherfuckers get rich
Ain't this a bitch
Barely can eat, barely can pee
I dedicate my life to the street
It's not for you if your stomach is weak
Relax with dead bodies covered with sheets
Thats the only time i really find peace
Having violent stand-offs with the police
North hollywood beef
Grinding my teeth
Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed im the bad seed
Smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes
Bleed
Dedicated to the niggas that despise us
So ain't nobody s'posed to be here
Besides us
Catch a flatline

[chorus 2x]

[verse 3]
I was one that never begged for nothing
Me and my homies build penitentiary
Huff-it
Running your mouth like a bitch cause you
All on my dick
What is he dogg pound now? is he still
With tha liks?
Is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is
Business stay the fuck out of my family shit
A grown man, the back of my hand is what
You will see
If the x-fives make you believe
You check the sound scan i do the math
Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
A bloodbath, make xzibit have a good laugh
It's going down, hit the ground like a
Plane crash
You lil fags ain't prepared for the x-man
Scared and desperate
Young and restless
There is no guest list
Move to the back of the line
Yo its my time, prime time only where the
Beats and the rhyme shine

[chorus 2x]

[dove]
Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love money like i love my moms
Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullshit i got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine

[tash]
And i've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you with the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

[xzibit]
Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this
Hand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you

[pos]
And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be-
-lieve there's no web or leave a net
We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

Chorus: all together

What you know about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off night? (uhh)
What you know about niggaz frontin for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright
What you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)

[xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, look
I'm samson without delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
My telly's a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots i called
My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin

[pos]
Yo these style i kick should be called ?? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause i want it
They stomach what i throw, they know i'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love i lost outweighs the rhymes i gain
But the fact that i spit 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so i can put in my share
I rip it from home to l.a.
With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

[j-ro]
Drinkin up black & tan in the back of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday night like ichiban

[dove]
I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like uncle red; aiyyo, (??) (??)
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits i'ma say e-swift did it

Chorus w/ minor variations

[tash]
And i've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is drastic
But see songs like these is why this album goin classic

[j-ro]
This is for the dj, bring it back one time
I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
I'm - old school like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', plug won - who the baddest?

[pos]
Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, they done tripped the wire
Blamin they legs, while i'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

[xzibit]
Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
And i gotta say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down

[j-ro]
Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back
De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get that
And what you know about us droppin ya
And leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the opera?

Chorus w/ minor variations

[chorus extended]
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)

[tash]
You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*}

"but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"(sample) 2x

[defari]
Don't regret it, you had your chance and couldn't set it
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit crew out the west
And we shine time after time writting lyri-gets
On freshly buffed and waxed marble steps
Defari got a stlye that's iller than tourrettes
Make you switch, make a bitch get undressed
Make people in the club wanna dance chest to chest
Bruised falcon, strive for perfection like malcolm
Back the name wit potential, but now they know the outcome
So now the ticket's weakened, i stay away from tricks
Defari, phil da agony, xzibit, and tha liks

"the world's" "but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"

[phil da agony]
Yo, talk a big game, play a big game
You know my motherfuckin name
Phil da agony, it's all the same same
Game tight, crescent heights, get the name right
I do seven songs in the same night
Work ethic, proper etiquette, the better shit
I want my gold plaque for this shit
Soon as the stores get it (you get it)
Focused daily, likwit activity
Phil da agony causing you total tragedy

[xzibit]
My chest is burning from the hennesy rock
Yo i live to see the enemy drop
The safety night got kennedy shot
It's political, the way i smash down is pitiful
Situation critical, barely breathin in a hospital
Dead meat, we give it like professional athletes
The elite wit a chick for everyday of the week
I'm talking monday through sunday
Models walkin up and down the runway
I take a lethal role in the gunplay
To finish wit flyin colors, tha alkaholik brothers
Connected, respect it, ain't no choice but to love us
It's not, east to west, i want the whole world behind me
I got niggas in l.a. sayin "fuck guiliani"

[tash]
I'm hella-cocky on the mic, i fuck it up on jeep beats
So while you rockin to this beat, the beat is rockin to me
Foul-mouth catashtrophe, i knock heads since '93
So when you come across my style, it's like you smacked into a tree
I turn the heat up in this bitch, i make the women strip fast
So no matter what you do you can't fuck wit big tash
I came to kick your ass, quick fast, not to house you
I want your homies saying "tash smacked the shit out you"
Smoke something, drink something, eat lyrics that twist
This that shit that's on your baby momma's christmas list
?so balls? amount to this, no matter what y'all niggas name is
You're not as famous, as the likwit entertainers

"the world's famous" but it's a herut-likwit crew connection (2x)

[j-ro]
It's the likwit coalition, start the mission
We gonna turn this into a tradition
My b-boy stance is updated, i feel like we made it
Even though we underrated
Yo, it's to the ro, act a fool over flow
I got the uncanny ability to cold rock a show
I got fired from my job cuz i was late to my shift
Cuz i was drinkin a fifth, wit john jingle heimer smith
And here's another caper from the lyric landscaper
I write flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a mc if he can't flow
Up next is e-swift and my name is j-ro

[e-swift]
We don't give a fuck if you down wit such and such
You can still get touched, by the likwit bumrush
Better train hard before you face me
You better off fightin royce gracey
To get me out that ass you gotta mace me
I make mcs wanna tap out, before i blow they back out
Likwit niggas winnin every bout
Rippin mcs like cheap jeans
Fuck your dj and your mainstream production team
And if you sleepin on us, then sweet dreams
Cuz when you ain't lookin we be bookin mad shows makin cream
My profession is killin studio sessions wit no question (what's that)
It's the likwit crew connection

"the world's famous" "but it's a herut-likwit crew connection" (7x)

[xzibit]
Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
It's x to the z xzibit, yeah (where you at?)
Snoop double-d, uh, o.g. (west coast, los angeles)
What, bringin it live, with dr. dre, what?
{*xzibit makes the "ghetto bird" sound*}
Throwin up a big-ass w, coverin up the world right?
Yeahhh! hah, listen look

You ain't tryin to hot box with me, i swing hard liquor
Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat sound? xzibit backin down from a conflict
Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap, like mike tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that
For me? it's blasphemy, you fuckin around
With the sundance kid and butch cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the x
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin "treated like a prostitute"
So check the soundscan

Chorus one: snoop dogg

All i wanna be was a g, ha
My whole life, nigga please, ha
Breakin off these motherfuckin keys, ha
Let's get these motherfuckin g's, ha
Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this..

[snoop dogg]
Hmm.. aww nah, big snoop dogg
Back up in the heezee bay-bay
You jockin my style, "you so cra-zy"
Dre say, ain't +no limit+ to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Look here bitch, you fine and i dig your style
Come fuck with a nigga, do it +doggystyle+
I'll be gentle, sentimental
Shit, we fucked in the rental
Lincoln, continental
Hmm, coast to coast, l.a. to chicago
(yeah nigga you know what's happenin man)
I get this pussy everywhere that i go
(these bitches know what time it is)
Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know
(hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me man)
I get the pussy everywhere that i go
(i pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha)
Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know

Chorus two: xzibit

Bitch please, get down on your god damn knees
For this money chronic clothes and weed (look)
You fuckin with some real o.g's
Bitch please
Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees
We came to get the motherfuckin g's
Yeah, you fuckin' with some real o.g's
You dick-tease!

[snoop dogg]
Bitch, please! now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f'real)
Different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks
Oh, you like settin niggaz up and gettin them loc's
A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart
Shit gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she gots a lick for me (well hook it up)
Worth about, two hundred g's and thirty keys
Now check this out dre, now if i don't move
Then a nigga like me, shit i don't lose
But you know me, dogg i'm movin
Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin
You been, waitin on a nigga like me (whas' happenin)
To take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pussy
A victim of the circumstance (yeah right)
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
See we go out with a bang (bang bang!)
I'm tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang
I get the money everywhere that i go (i go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)
I get the money everywhere that i go (i go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)

Outro: nate dogg (repeat 4x to fade)

Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me
Still claimin d.p.g. - til the day i d-i-e