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[Xzibit]
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From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee
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"From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee" -Scratched by Tony Touch
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[Defari]
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Danger danger, wild west ranger ranger
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Rearrange'a the mark ass stranger
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Behold, the look on my face stone cold
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With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
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I'm the Golden State bear with a rough flare, plus debanare
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Time for me and mine, but for any kind I can't care
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Stormy weather rain liquid
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Defari con Tony Toca, Tash, and Xzibit
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Break necks bounce with it when I spit it
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Knockin this jam is a form of calastenics
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Let it knock when you mashin down the block
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Rims spank with the car wash
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Watch the bitches stop
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An look, always stay five steps ahead
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Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed
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Dead to the world but ?Hayru? he be the sun
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Always burnin, 'cuz my job is never done
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Run from one time I rather dump an AK
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Thats for all the black and brown that got carried away
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To the morg, when I look in the mirror I see the Lord
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"Oh my God" -Scratched by TT
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[Tash]
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Since niggas wanna set trip
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It's time to start the checklist
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Tash the Likwit rhymer runnin through your city reckless
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Blame it on the hennisey, we drink that shit for breakfast
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My style be standin out like my homie Tony's necklace
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This is flawless raw'less for ya ballers
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Nah, fuck y'all, this is for all my drunken alcoholiks
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Nah, fuck dat, this is for my homie Tony Touch
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I told ya homeboy we come through in the clutch
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New York, L.A. its not the same thing
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Y'all niggas rob, out here we gangbang
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Guns to the ammo, niggas think they Rambo
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Standin on the corner with they khakis and they flannel
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Dang yo' flow sound just like D's
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Who wanna battle three G's for T's
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Please, read it off the lips of the Alki-bumrusher
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Fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't wanna Touch ya
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Say what?
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Say what?
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Say what?
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Say what?
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Say what?
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Say what?
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I'll fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't wanna Touch ya
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Say what?
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I'll fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't wanna Touch ya
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[Xzibit]
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Lets get upclose and personal, malicious, Sid Vicious
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I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin tonight
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Rapper's Delight, keep it at the house but ain't fuckin it right
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Got'choo stuck in the headlights, can't move
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Impact is all of the sudden, vehicular homicide
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But I ain't stoppin for nothin
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Me and my cousin, strong buzzin, and playin a dozen
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Pushin and shovin', leads to gettin sucked and rolled up
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Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up
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Rappers act like they ain't gon' die for small fry
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Try to reply, don't touch what you ain't gon' buy
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I ain't gon' lie, motherfucker love to get high
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Barely get by with scraps and pennies
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Now we winnin Grammy's and Emmy's
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And party with the henni and remi
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Got a big bang theory nigga keepin it hot
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Its the art versus ??? or not
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[Scratched by TT]
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"Let me show some off me skills here"
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"Alright....that does it"
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Likwit Rhyming
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| Tony Touch |
