[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!!!"
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