Verse One: E-Swift



Hoes on my nuts just because of my position

Can't fade the bitches that's always bitchin

Love to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion

Down with the niggaz that the hoes keep pagin

Gimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak

Then, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock

Bust one shot if you're (with me with me)

Niggaz swing back don't (hit me hit me)

I can freak freak the funk the funk funk

And hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk

Can't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina

Tha Liks be rockin shows from New York to Pasadena

When it comes to rhymes -- god damn I can rock em

When it comes to boots -- god damn I can knock em

Got mad flavor so do me a favor

and bump that shit it's the motherfuckin Liks!



Verse Two: Field Trip



Aiyyo, I cut like a ginsu, I been through, hell

and back, stabbers get swell

Tossed from my balls

Bitches lick the crush off my balls

Pause, yo

I'm lickin off walls

to scatter, nigga this is theory

and my shit is kinda fatter

Stagger, cause I got shanked by a dagger

Yo you can't fuck with the Wild Wild West

I'm a shady ass nigga and I slit you like stress

They say ballers only sport Guess

But that's a motherfuckin lie cuz I got a pair of Levi's

Niggaz rollin thick like a New York steak

Field Trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)

I know you sayin (damn that little nigga's dope)

I got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin coat

Niggaz wanna jack the back, never nope

I stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no



Verse Three: Tash



The forty's kickin in I gotta drain my main vein

Got drinks in my freezer bust styles I can't explain

And t