Intro:



From city to city, coast II coast

Friday night is the night they like to party the most

(We came, to rock, for everybody)

From city to city, coast II coast

Friday night is the night they like to party the most

From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all)

Friday night is the night they like to party the most



Verse One: Tash



(From city to city, coast II coast)

I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost

Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like [walkie talkies]

So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee

Off the hook with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio

(Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo

So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels

Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles

So nod to the oddness as the story gets told

While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold

Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses

The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses

I bust my shit and peel! Grab my wheels of steel

If y'all niggaz can't feel me than y'all niggaz ain't real

I hit so hard the WBC

Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me

Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles

Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals

And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute

(Now the party didn't start) Till the Liks walked in it



Chorus:



From city to city, coast II coast

Friday night is the night they like to party the most

All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all

When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y'all



From city to city, coast II coast

Friday night is the night they like to party the most

All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all

(from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right y'all



Verse Two: J-Ro



Yeah... check out my Ro-gram

Since I was a kid I got darker

I write rhymes so phat I need a marker

My style gets bit like Peter Parker

If imitation is the greatest form of flattery...

...punk don't flatter me

I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks

Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks

Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells

You never even heard Rock the Bells

My cash flows, like a bloody nose

It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows

I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin

Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where I'm eatin

Your style is like *do Do DOO* out of service

The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC's be gettin nervous

I never take falls, I got more balls than pre-hauls

I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws

Never ever find the fool that stole my brew

(I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty things to you)

Don't lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me

If you choose the real shit you can't refuse me

Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap

I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp

And I, could, just, go, all, the, way

On Friday



Interlude:



Yo whassup baby!!!

Yo wasn't that your nigga there performin?

Nah nah that wasn't him

Yo it was mad niggaz in that piece yo

What? What was they mad about?

...Yo kid

Kid?!! I'm old enough to be your uncle, heh

Anyway, where the BUD at?

Sorry we do not drink!

What the hell you talkin bout we don't drink

I mean the chronic

Oh you wanna smoke a L or sumthin?

An L? Fuck is that?

Man, word

Nathin

Who the fuck is Nate, tell him

It's Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true...



Chorus:



From city to city, coast II coast

Friday night is the night they like to party the most

And there's so many niggaz on the planet left to rock yo

don't be surprised when we rappin on your block



From city to city, coast II coast

Friday night is the night they like to party the most

To all the hoses and all the third-leggers

We comin old school like biscuits and Kreggers



Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash



Yo, first they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby

But I'm just a nigga kickin me shit like Reggie Roby

My name ain't Toby call me J-to the

Talk on my cellular telly got a belly like Buddah

I ain't Barry Gordy's son but I Rock(s)well

When I eat Jamaican food I get the ox tail

Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us

I should kick my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris



I jump out the bushes and ambush your crew

Push you and moosh you like a bitch, what you wanna do

It's round two nigga I'm showin no love

It's like a heavyweight match, but without the gloves

You just can't rock a show, you're too quick to fatigue

I think you ain't busy since Red was in seas

You need to put a little more thought into your writin

Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened



So stop biting what your mouth can't chew

A nova eat you but my DJ flow better than you

But when I go to set it call the closest paramedic

Cause you faker than that motherfuckin jewelry that's cosmetic

So hold on to your seats while I rock these beats

Cause these are just the repeats of our amazing feats

Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like world records

So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected

And we O... W... T