Intro/chorus: e-swift

Welcome to the next level
The l-i-k-swhat makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh

Verse one: j-ro

Youse a nigga everybody diss cause you can't bust this
You got a bad name like dick butkis
Welcome to the next levelof rhyme flowin
Scratchinhookin up beatsand hoe catchin
Everytime I come homeI got fifty messages
I only call back the girls with big big breasteses
OohI got bittiesin all the major cities
The safest way to have sex is right between her (tittes)
I beeped this fillie from phillywe was puffin on a phillie
She started actin sillyso I popped her like a willie
I'm like kukamungaI'm way out
And you know I got the flow that'll never play out
I was raised in cali just like a palm tree
I rock the mic from london to the mohabi
Tash diamond d and the ro to the j
Amazing feats happen when we come out to play

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Verse two: diamond d

Out the funk bag of tricks
Just for kicksI represent with the liks
So here's the vicksI'm hittin harder than a brick
Tricks get slickand face the dick real quick
You better recognizeadjust your bifocals
Your style is localI sit on beats in acupulco
I put words together like peter jennings
And skate on motherfuckers like peggy flemming
So woah to those who owe
From one oh four five six to nine oh two one oh
I'm sippin on pina colada
Two blocks off la senecaat the ramada
But hold upI'm not done yet
I get hard like the perm pimps wear on sunset
So recoginize when you feel it
Ditcyou can't steal itaight

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(tash) my menmy men

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Verse three: tashe-swift

For all my niggaz in the places with blunts in they faces
Off the two turntables with the anvil cases
It's the l-i-k's that blaze and amaze that
[gots to roll deep] in these crazy-ass days
Bu the alkaholik rhymerking tee and diamond d
Got the gats pointed at ya like we're to round three
Cause nineteen ninety-four is the year we overdo it
With the house party beats and flowin like fluid
Cause ain't nothin too but to do that shit and print it
But it's all about the loot so every move is documented
And ventedby the man born for lyric kickin
Coolin out with your bitch eatin sweet and sour chicken

Exceeing visa limits if the tab's on you
I get drunk and reminesce about the shit I used to do
We used tatake out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby
Memike dand my beatbox robby
Sendin kids back to the lab for more practice
The only way they'd winif we battled to see who's the wackest
Ten years laterstill a hip-hop slave
A prehistoric b-boy makin beats in my cave
The l-i-k-swhat makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
It's theliquid flows that we spillin on ya
Broadcastin live from southern californiaand we out

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