Verse One: J-RO

bust this

You got a bad name like Dick Butkus

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 Kukamunga, 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

Chorus:

We about to take you to the next level

Reachin new plateaus when it comes to rhyme flows

We about to take you to the next level (the L, I, K, S)

The crew from out West that always rocks fresh

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 Seneca, 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

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Verse Three: Tash, E-Swift

For all my niggaroles, niggetes, broke niggaz wit big gats

You see our silouhettes but yo who the fuck is it

If you recognize the freshness of the crew that rocks the party

[Gots to roll deep] cause niggaz can't trust nobody

Guess what, you win a token on the next day smokin

to the next level of rap that'll get the party open

Cause nineteen ninety-five is the year we overdo it

With the house party beats and the flowin like fluid

Cause ain't nothin to do but to rock 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 broads eatin sweet and sour chicken

Exceed and be the limit 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

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Outro: Tash

Hazzai in the hiddouse

E-Swift in the house, J-Ro house

Like that, a datta ta dat a like that

Rock that, Tash in the house, ha hah keep it old school

A like that that diggey da dat dat dat

like that that diggedy da dat dat dat

Hizzai in the house

You know what time it is with the L-I-K's

We keep the chemistry simple

Beats, cuts, and flows

For all y'all niggaroles

And all y'all hoes that like that real real real