Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' I'ma handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it Pass that weed, lil' mama, I can handle it Back that ass up, bitch, I can handle it Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it It's Likwit crew, nigga, we straight from Los Angeles It's the L, the I, the K, the Ss We still the West's freshest 'cause we started from the essence Look, Ma, no hands, they gave us microphone stands So I can stand with two bottles while I dance with the fans Dance with me, press against me 'cause I'm reachin' out to grab it Slappin' asses 'cause CaTashtrophe's an Alkie chick magnet I'm a beauty pageant judge with a glass full of buds It's one fifty nine, they're tryin' to shut down the club Last call for alcohol, unless you meet us at the after hours Pull up to the front, yeah, baby girl, the house is ours Don't bug, spillin' shit on my rug I'm a Rollo with a motto, safe sex, soft drugs Thugs in my mansion askin' why the fuck is candles lit I'm about to kick these niggaz out but I can handle it The superfly vandal, standin' with the guns an' ammo If you scary change the channel, y'all niggaz fuckin' up my shit Handle business appropriate, we L.A. street associates I'm tryin' to have some fun but peep this bullshit I'm copin' with Niggaz with guns got they eyes on my funds I can't walk out my door, y'all might pop me an' run Don't trip 'cause my pump made 'em run like Forrest Gump Now it's back to the bitches, the bottles an' the bumps Pumpin' up the sounds 'cause that's how we do But we still partyin' at 5 an' L.A. closed at 2 Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' I'ma handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it Pass that weed, lil' mama, I can handle it Back that ass up, bitch, I can handle it Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it Hell, motherfuckin' Yo, the bass is in the place, sho' nuff shrugged your face Like R. Kelly gettin' sprayed with a can of mace Girls get freaky to the funky beat bumpin' Which one of y'all down 'cause I'm tryin' to beat somethin' We hold down the city, they call us 'The Drunk Flowers' If your girl from L.A., she probably already know us So Braniac dum dums, bust the scientifical We much more than typical, bust flows like a pistol The words I spit are more dangerous than a bullet Make the wrong move, I'm on your neck like a mullet 'Big Dog' style, we Rottweiler, pitbull it Smoke a bleezy with a breezy if she ain't scared to pull it Y'all women used to want us to just love an' hold ya Now you C-walkin', talkin' 'bout you need a soldier I send this missile in yam I destroy an' dismantle it J-Ro in this bitch an' you know I'm 'bout to handle it Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' I'ma handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it Pass that weed, lil' mama, I can handle it Back that ass up, bitch, I can handle it Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it It's Likwit crew, nigga, we straight from Los Angeles Ain't it crunk? This is Likwit MCs © CHRYSALIS SONGS; ALKANOMICS MUSIC; E-SWIFT MUSIC; JMCNRO MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com