Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha! Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz! Who we got, we got, we got We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live
Verse One:
MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in YOu're not a true hip-hop person Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin while the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns while MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom I got em, left without no watchers While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption I rock loaded, I never get promoted But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded But no exucses, I still get the loosest When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this So back the fuck up like we told you last time Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes
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Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha! Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz! Who we got, we got, we got We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live
Verse One:
MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in YOu're not a true hip-hop person Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin while the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns while MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom I got em, left without no watchers While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption I rock loaded, I never get promoted But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded But no exucses, I still get the loosest When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this So back the fuck up like we told you last time Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes
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