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Verse One: J-Ro
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bust this
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You got a bad name like Dick Butkus
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Welcome to the next level, of rhyme flowin
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Scratchin, hookin up beats, and hoe catchin
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Everytime I come home, I got fifty messages
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I only call back the girls with big big breasteses
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Ooh, I got bitties, in all the major cities
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The safest way to have sex is right between her (tittes)
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I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin on a phillie
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She started actin silly, so I popped her like a willie
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I'm like Kukamunga, I'm way out
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And you know I got the flow that'll never play out
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I was raised in Cali just like a palm tree
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I rock the mic from London to the Mohabi
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Tash Diamond D and the Ro to the J
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Amazing feats happen when we come out to play
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Chorus:
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We about to take you to the next level
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Reachin new plateaus when it comes to rhyme flows
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We about to take you to the next level (the L, I, K, S)
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The crew from out West that always rocks fresh
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Verse Two: Diamond D
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Out the funk bag of tricks
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Just for kicks, I represent with the Liks
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So here's the vicks, I'm hittin harder than a brick
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Tricks get slick, and face the dick real quick
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You better recognize, adjust your bifocals
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Your style is local, I sit on beats in Acupulco
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I put words together like Peter Jennings
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And skate on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming
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So woah to those who owe
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From one oh four five six to nine oh two one oh
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I'm sippin on pina colada
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Two blocks off La Seneca, at the Ramada
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But hold up, I'm not done yet
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I get hard like the perm pimps wear on Sunset
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So recoginize when you feel it
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DITC, you can't steal it, aight
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Tash, E-Swift
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For all my niggaroles, niggetes, broke niggaz wit big gats
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You see our silouhettes but yo who the fuck is it
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If you recognize the freshness of the crew that rocks the party
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[Gots to roll deep] cause niggaz can't trust nobody
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Guess what, you win a token on the next day smokin
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to the next level of rap that'll get the party open
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Cause nineteen ninety-five is the year we overdo it
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With the house party beats and the flowin like fluid
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Cause ain't nothin to do but to rock that shit and print it
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But it's all about the loot so every move is documented
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And vented, by the man born for lyric kickin
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Coolin out with your broads eatin sweet and sour chicken
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Exceed and be the limit if the tab's on you
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I get drunk and reminesce about the shit I used to do
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We used ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby
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Me, Mike D, and my beatbox Robby
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Sendin kids back to the lab for more practice
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The only way they'd win, if we battled to see who's the wackest
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Ten years later, still a hip-hop slave
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A prehistoric b-boy makin beats in my cave
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The L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
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It's the, liquid flows that we spillin on ya
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Broadcastin live from Southern California, and we out
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Chorus
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Outro: Tash
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Hazzai in the hiddouse
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E-Swift in the house, J-Ro house
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Like that, a datta ta dat a like that
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Rock that, Tash in the house, ha hah keep it old school
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A like that that diggey da dat dat dat
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like that that diggedy da dat dat dat
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Hizzai in the house
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You know what time it is with the L-I-K's
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We keep the chemistry simple
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Beats, cuts, and flows
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For all y'all niggaroles
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And all y'all hoes that like that real real real
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The Next Level
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Tha Alkaholiks |