Likwit Rhyming

[Intro: Xzibit sample, scratched by Tony Touch] "From now and forever, it's the Likwit emcee" "From now and forever, it's the Likwit emcee" "From now and forever, it's the Likwit emcee" "From now and forever, it's the Likwit emcee" [Verse 1: 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 debonair Time for me and mine, but for any kind, I can't care Stormy weather, rain Likwit Defari con Tony Toca, Tash, and Xzibit Break necks, bounce with it when I spit it Knockin' this jam is a form of calisthenics 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, Herut – he be the Sun Always burnin, 'cause my job is never done Run from one-time? I rather dump an AK That's for all the black and brown that got carried away To the morgue When I look in the mirror, I see the Lord [Q-Tip sample, scratched by Tony Touch] "Oh my God" [Verse 2: Tash] Since niggas wanna set-trip It's time to start the checklist Tash the Likwit rhymer runnin' through your city reckless (What!) Blame it on the Hennessy, we drink that shit for breakfast My style be standin' out like my homie Tony's necklace This is flawless rawness for ya ballers Nah, fuck y'all – this is for all my drunken Alkaholiks 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 (Uh-uh!) 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 I'll you up so bad, Tony wouldn't wanna Touch ya [Doug E. Fresh – scratched by Tony Touch, Tash] "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 [Verse 3: Xzibit] Lets get up close and personal – malicious, Sid Vicious I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin' tonight Rapper's Delight – cupid at the house, but ain't fuckin' it right Got you 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' (Yeah!) and playin' the dozens (Yeah!!) Pushin' and shovin', leads to gettin' socked and rolled up Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up Rappers act like they ain't gon' die (Yeah...) Small fry, don't 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 pennys Now we winnin' Grammy's and Emmy's And party with the Henny and Rémy Got a Big Bang Theory, nigga, keepin' it hot Its the art versus the pros and cons of stacking a knot [Outro: Tony Touch scratches, Xzibit] "Let me..." Tony Touch! "Let me show some off my skills here" "Say what?!" "Alright" "Alright" "Alright"... "Alright – that does it!!!"