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Tha Liks
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L-I-K-S
Lyricist:E Brooks, J Robinson, R Smith
Ha ha, ha, ha, ha, straight ignorance at it's finest We got the rowdy ass Alkaholik boys in the house tonight They brought they homeboys the Animal House to come fuck witch'all Animal House full of skateboarders, head bangers, slang bashers Y'know, check me out
Aiyyo Tha Liks work beats like custom auto When the fans hear the name they straight rush a bottle It's two thou' now niggaz what's the motto? (Keep it pourin' motherfucker) Ah 'til it hurts to swallow
I got a Rollo ass style with no strings attached If you ain't come to battle don't bring yo' raps It's tha Liks baby, yeah, yeah, the same team Yo Swift, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means
Aight Leanin' on the ledge of the bar, loud rowdy and rude Longevity, lots of energy Legendary Likwid Crew for life, large following Illustrious, impressive
In your rap section, not imperfection International, inner city nigga I'm the truth in the isolated booth Idolize my group
Who keep runnin' off at the mouth, keep it bouncin' down South We stay keyed, keep on givin' the fans what they need Keep it rough for these streets (Swift)
So inebriated, so faded So underrated, so concentrated So focused, so much ambition So much recognition, that's the definition of
L, to the motherfuckin' I, to the motherfuckin' K, to the motherfuckin' S, what comes next? It's the L, to the motherfuckin' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I, to the motherfuckin' K, to the motherfuckin' S, what comes next? It's the
So when tha Liks is on the set it's that same shit perpetual A gang of rookie niggaz tryin' to drink against professionals But y'all bow down around drink six When you seein' nine of us but it's only three Liks
Headbangin' beats leaves necks with pinched nerves Tash slurs word serves when I'm sippin' C-derb But y'all already know what's the name of my team So yo J, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means
Los Angeles, lyrical manhandlers Got ladies laid up in the lab, livin' skanless For the love of brew, younger son named Lou Likwid niggaz in the party laminate your whole body
I'm usin' alcohol infusion You idiots get bruised 'cause you choosin' an illusion How can I be inhumane? In a world full of animals I'm pure like Iverson handles
You know you better kneel to Likwid Knights We down with the King plus we knit real tight We got the knack to make knots, leave me the fuck alone Before I break you down from kneecaps to knuckle bones
Shit you done walked into a storm We reign seven feet above the norm Pull it over to the side, I'm slip slidin' and swervin' Servin' this broad in a suburban, I hit her with the
L, to the motherfuckin' I, to the motherfuckin' K, to the motherfuckin' S, what comes next? It's the L, to the motherfuckin' I, to the motherfuckin' K, to the motherfuckin' S, what comes next? It's the
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