Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999) by Tash (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Tash)
Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things
You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh

Rap niggaz, we dippin individuals
Some of us be frontin, some of us is really criminals
Swimmin in the women and money we never had, it's sad
Rap could turn a good nigga bad
But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle
I'm still the same nigga, light skinded, curly afro
Whats up though, I'm still the same nigga, a superfreak
I blow a G a week, catch me burnin rubber up the street
Rap niggaz, always smokin indo
So everytime we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window
But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless
My niggaz live the life and they ain't even rap artists
Rap money, we get that shit and blow it
We trick thirty G's and ain't got shit to show for it
Let me get that case of Moet, let me get that CLK
Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East L.A.
Let me get that

Chorus: Raekwon the Chef

Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds
Be like all them niggaz on it
Which side rock the most, it don't matter cause it get notes
Meet you on the left side of the boat
Coast, drivin it most, we like where them niggaz go
We like everywhere, party where the fans go
It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype
Got ya station in a smash right

(Tash)
My Likwit niggaz made a killin
We dropped three albums and got the whole world dancin on the ceilin
So I'm feelin like the villian that cracked that safe's combo
My nigga had some hoes, I told him shoot em through my condo
He shot em through, they peeped my CD through
They startin askin questions, but fuck the interview
What y'all really wanna do? They said, "Pop the Crist'"
I said you like rap? Well wrap ya mouth around this!
Rap niggas, young niggaz ballin
We on the motorcyles doin ninety down my hall and
with the gold chain swingin fallin to the street
This rap life got us buyin shit we don't need
We don't need the jet skis but let's buy em, just to try em
We splashin out the Lex and got all the ladies eyein
us now, and we don't fuck around with no wife
Cause all my niggaz is livin the rap life

Chorus

(Raekwon the Chef)
First of all before we move on
Shit is like a Yukon son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon
Mergin in the suburbs, gettin raw with greenery herb
Real ill niggaz smack birds
Fat words showin proof how my gat work, go shoot, kill
Smack a blackbird, jettin in an Ac-hurse
Big Jim stay grinnin in a six spinnin it kid
Nigga who flex, lex threw ten in him
Stand posin blowin shit, coast from east and west
We rockin our vest, cannon might roast you
High powered hydrolic Eddie Bauer Rockwilder
Who wilder, slang bit niggas on the collar
Amp might blow, I might land, set up shop and glow
Shinin like a lamp post, my camp post
Cream leather green leaves forever
Goin to do whatever, corns and crab niggaz, they roll together
What up Tash, black hash, we invented the spaz
High like sixteen niggaz over ten bags
Real niggas gon ride, fake niggaz gon slidide
Check the next issue faggot in the vidibe

(Tash)
Rap drama, the drama never calms
I be on the celly phone trippin off my baby moms
Tryna make her understand I get paid to rhyme
I don't show up at your job, so don't show up at mine!
Cause there's no biz like shobiz if y'all niggaz ask me
Show money, that's like pimpin, cause we get it tax free
Catch a check for 33, cut straight from SRC
Take it straight to any counter, cash my shit with no I.D.
Rap women, they always be around us
Cause we from out of town and they be lovin out of towners
Wash up in motherfuckas like a T.V. evangelist
Cause they from where they from and we straight from Los Angeles
Rap money

(Rae)

(carl thomas)
Treats me the same
Treats you the same
Ohh, treats me the same
Treats you the same
Ohh, nobody
Ohh, nobody

(tash)
You know what? it's hella lonely at the top when you rich without a girl
It's me against the world, but that's how my world twirl
So let that shit spin cause i'ma play it to the end
Sometime you gotta make decisions: your woman or your friends?
My friends come first
My females is secondary
The last girl I had was this bad ass secretary
Her name was yvonne - that bitch thought she was the bomb
But I knew it wouldn't work, I never took her home to moms
You know havin a ball not givin my all
Holdin hands down the hall at the crenshaw mall
She used to look at me and saw no flaws at all
We was close - she walked around my house in her draws
But after all the good times you know comes the rain
I had to cut that bitch off for some shit I can't explain
I blamed it on her trip and she blamed it on my fame
I got cupid lookin stupid
But that's a part of the game

(carl thomas)
Ohh the game owes nothin to nobody
So I'm tellin you this from the start
If you find you've been decieved by another
Then you better just trust in your heart

(tash)


So all the ladies wave your hands if you down wit your man
I know them two kids you got wasn't part of the plan
What this world is a twist; if it ain't that it's this
I like the kinda girl that tatoo niggaz names on they wrist
Tash on your tit
That's the kinda girl I need
After work, feeds her seeds then smokes a little weed
Low key; that's how my girl gon' be
But I ain't found her yet and she ain't found me
So I'm lookin
For all the sexy hoes that ain't tooken
Carl put me down with this bad broad from brooklyn
But all I do is hit - no spark, no flame
I got cupid lookin stupid
But that's a part of the game

Chorus

(tash)
I know this love song I'm writin ain't flashin your excitement
But when you least expect it love will strike you like some lightning
That's why I'm here to warn ya
These girls in california, they'll take you to the cleaners
If you let 'em put it on ya (put what? )
You know the little wifey deluxe
That'll have your friends and family rentin a tux
That's why you gotta keep it p.i.
So even if your buck stop
You got the type of girl that'll walk you to the bus stop
True love-
That's kinda hard to find when you rhyme
I'm 27 now and it's 1999
But i'ma find mine; matter fact, what's yo name?
-trust in yo heart- but that's a part of the game

(j-ro)
I get drunk and I stumble to the mic
Stay drunk all week, I'm at my peak like pike
I'm never at my peak, I'm killin fifth after fifth
I drink mo' 40's than tash and e-swift (hell naw!!)
Uh-huh, I drink more than both of y'all (no you don't!)
I hold more liquor than a bank on crenshaw
And tash you can't drink brew, you know you the nigga who (what? )
Be all on yo' nads, after just a swig or two

(tash)
Nigga you trippin, must be that zima you was sippin
Yo' accountant couldn't count how many bottles I be grippin
And flip it in the trash cause I downed em with ease
While you on yo' knees -- about to pass somebody yo' keys
I even had to pay the taxi (what? ) the last time you asked me (uh)
You start off on yo' feet but always wind up on yo' back g
Bro you should know you can't drink with ri-co
While you down yo' shit slow, I'm on my ninth cuervo

(e-swift)
Aiyyo at every single show, you be layin on the flo'
Swearin up and down, you neva gonna drink no mo'
But I get to' up, from the flo' up, and never throw up
One little wine cooler and you wanna beat yo' hoe up
I never call it quits, I don't know my own limit
This alkaholik shit is for real, it ain't a gimmick
You might f**k around and catch a liver disease
F**kin with these likwit mc's, hip-hop drunkies

Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew

(tash: these niggaz can't drink..)

(alkaholiks)
Curvoiseir, coke and rum
Alize and one-five-one
Heineken, hennesey
Juice and gin, brass monkey

(j-ro)
Yo, I pledge allegiance to the bottle, the cup and the can
In front of the bar, that's where I stand
And to the alcohol, for which I fall
And the cold porcelain in the bathroom stall
One drunk nation under God inebriated
With liberty and justice to anyone who's faded
Drink drink drunk until I can't hack it
Until the little man fall off the horse on my polo jacket
("when I get drunk..") *burrrrrrrrp* once again
I spent all my yen on ten bottles of gin
Likwit til I'm stiff, damn I love this riff
The ro gotta go, I pass the mic to e-swift

(e-swift)
I drink a lot of beers, my life's a black version of cheers
Everyday sit at the bar and take shots with my peers
I've been doin this for years, ain't no amateurs here


I've been drinkin 40's longer than most niggaz careers
I've got the bitches grinnin while the whole world is spinnin
You suffer from double vision and I'm just beginnin
You always pass out, wake up, and don't remember me
You could write a book with all your hangover remedies
I thought you knew, I've been drinkin since high school
While I down this olde english, you sippin your o'douls
I'm makin beer runs at ten minutes to two
While you still sippin on your first motherf**kin brew

Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew

(alkaholiks)
Curvoiseir, coke and rum
Alize and one-five-one
Heineken, hennesey
Juice and gin, brass monkey

(tash)
Aight, uhh, uhh, uhh
A lot of niggaz can't drink, but hoes is even worse
They order three drinks but can't finish the first
I see em reachin in they purse about to roll that sack of weed
Knowin that's the combination that they really don't need
Cause girls take a sip, get f**ked up quick
Pass out, wake up, ("what's this? ? ") it's a dick!!
Baby girl you lookin sick, you lookin plastered like a poster
You was talkin all that shit, now you need some alka seltzer
You wobblin, weeblin, f**kin up your eve-nin
That smoke that you breathin got that ass on spin
While yo' homegirls is like, ("where the f**k you been? ")
In the girl's bathroom, f**ked up since ten
Yeah I seen her, she thought she was a graceful ballerina
Now that ass is too drunk to drive herself to the marina
So she comin home with me because, I don't give a f**k
Might f**k an ugly bitch, but "only when I'm drunk"

Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do
Don't you think it's bout time (time)
To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew

(tash) you're all f**ked up now!
Like this y'all

(*e-swift cuts and scratches "when I get drunk"*}

(tash) we doin big thangs, knahmsayin?
Ha ha, we f**ked up now!
You know what's goin down, alkaholiks
Got my niggaz up in this motherf**ker
My niggaz and you know it
I ain't solo.. I ain't dolo..

(tash)
Smoke this blunt
Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99
I'm glad you all could make it
As you can see admission was free this smoke fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby
(sixty bucks? ? !!)

Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats
If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents
'cause tash f**k it up, don't twist it up wit luck
My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck
Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer
Tash be partied down as f**k swingin off the chandelier
Tash be here, tash be there
Tash be everywhere it's poppin
I'm here to let you know f**kin wit me's not an option
'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang
Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing
Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains
I be rollin wit king t, and we all in the same game
But enough about catash, let's talk about some skrill
You know it's bout to pop if likwit crew is on the bill
You can ask my nigga phil how real this is, the weed
Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat

*tash in background*
Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man?
"all the way from mobile, alabama."
Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt?
"yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby."

Smoke, smoke fest time

(big boi)
Yeah yeah yeah
I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like kid dynamtie
The time is right
Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight
But I'm not though just on them black & mild's
And people thinkin I'm the wild one 'cause I be flippin
And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun
Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit
And you notifying alkaholiks daily
So punk muf**ker you better dub bitch
What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap
I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot
I can be the player you wanna bust wit
Or nigga you don't even wanna go f**k wit
Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick
I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip
Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear
So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee
Very nicely, aquemini my nigga, not a pisces
But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff
While I write g, yeah yeah right

(dre)
Yeah, check this out yeah
Hard life, now picture this
A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell
Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom
Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons
Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes
Musty under arms, soul shlong charm


Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one
Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son
The day you bone is when you start to die
The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high
Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry
But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing
For I'm already high

Smoke, smoke fest time

(phil the agony)
Yo yo yo
Whenever I'm writing, you can call me philly titan
Receiting to you an interview like phil donahue
Me and my crew, translate los angeles
Scandalous, like watergate
Phil on the break, phil on the break
Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked
File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis
From my head down to my air max's
Phil waxes and relaxs
Phil also fills up mental food up in your ? deadly gases?
My name is jason when I fill out my application
To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin
Phil/feel the ration, phil/feel the adrenaline
I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "phil is illin!"
Phil is willin and ready
Phil is raw like eddie
Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti
Deadly, phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain
Niggas be like "he sayin phil again, phil again, phil again"

Smoke, smoke fest time

(tash)
Hey hey hey
Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now
We have a special guest that just stepped in the house
You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
He goes by the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out

(b-real)
Now I be, rollin and smokin
And holdin the golden sack
When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin
For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic
We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic
Smoke fest, expandin your chest
Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed
Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it
It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it
Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it
I give you doctor greenthumb digits, don't repeat it
The brew crew and the buddah masters together
Gettin you higher and f**kin you up that much faster
Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls
All be gettin smoked at the buddah head shows
Excuse me if it seems too complicated
The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated
Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out
I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga tash out
Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I mean?

Smoke, smoke fest time

(lv)
Ya ya yah.. (4x)

(tash)
It's almost 2000 y'all;
So this gon' be the night..

While you trippin off yo' car, yo' girls is trippin off ours
If we want, what you got, nigga reach for the stars
This is it y'all, everybody ride wit us
I devised a masterplan to take out the counterfitters
I'ma start with the west coast, show em how we rock it
Keep it pumpin through the summer, stuff them chips up in my pocket
Super-saki gin'll keep my style all in your grill
Every where you turn catash last seen in baldwin hills
On the phone makin deals, for x amount of scrill
Nine-nines is mine, it's time to recognize the real
Then I swing it through the bay where all the homies wanna blaze
Rap life, the goin craze, smoke an ounce in two days
When phase one complete it's fifty states to invade
Catch a flight to a-t-l, link up with rico wade
Outkast, goodie mob, bangin out the stereo
Smokefest, nine-nine, peep the whole scenario
Tash rock material to make your girl jump up
Never touch the mic until the soundman pump the ? ? up
Yo yo, roll that dub up, three 6'll "tear da club up"
There's no way to describe how tash'll f**k yo' mug up

Chorus: lv

Movin around from coast to coast, money ain't no joke
We're havin it our way (all day everyday) everyday (all day everyday)
Land my feet on solid ground, no time to f**k around
We're doin it our way.. ooooooh yeahhh

(tash)
Tash rules everything around you, bread, get the money
I gotta keep my whole team fed
Cause like pmd said, we gotta take it to length
Cause if you hang with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th


So on the strength of makin dollars, tash'll touch any scene
Catch a flight to new york city, cause all money is green
Let em see supreme west coast in up-close
And if there's any beef I'll roast and crack you with a golden molson
Bottle, the mass will throttle, what a rollo
Tash come in peace but y'all won't let the beef die though
I lost my black movado in that bullshit fight
I got drunk and laughed about it up in washington heights
With my homeboy dee (what) my homeboy ooze (uhh)
I spent the night in jail off that hennesey and juice
Cause new york city that's a wild ass town
That's why guiliani ass tryin to lock shit down, right now

Chorus

(tash)
Tell em l..
So lights, camera, action -- you're on
Get it ricky ric' -- what's wrong? my weed gone!
Who stole it? -- I don't know, y'all motherf**kers tell me
I broke it up and left the room to get a light from lv
I came back and like poof! everybody's lookin boggled
It only took a sec to get rollo'ed, by chicago
But everybody know at a chi-town show
They like to keep it, g-h-e-t-t-o
This time I let it go, but next time I'll have to blast ya
Cause tash be checkin shows from alaska to nebraska
So if somebody ask ya - who the tightest on this?
Tell them niggaz big tash, and his homies tha liks

Chorus 2x

(tash)
That's right y'all
This unity in the community night, knahmsayin?
I don't give a f**k where you from, it's party time
East coast west coast down south we don't give a f**k
We came to get sweaty in this motherf**ker
So all the ladies.. all the ladies.. hahahaha
Woo! I wish I could sing like that nigga..

(feat. Phil Da Agony, Xzibit)

[Intro:]
[Tash]
Likwit Crew baby
We bout to take this one ghetto, ghetto
Universal universe
The solar system, the solar system
This is goin' out to
The Detroit homies
The Cleveland homies
The Sacramento homies
The Oakland homies
The Florida homies
The Atlanta homies
New York homies
Jersey homies
Texas homies
Arkansas homies
World wide

[Verse 1:]
[Tash]
I got a lot off friends
But how many Tru Homies
The kinda if I go to jail,
They on they way for me
The kinda if I go to jail,
They on they way for me
Don't get around no trick
And try to act if you don't know me
Homie, this is likwit family,
We all in together
If that bitch will eat a pussy
Tell that bitch she was your brother
You share and share a light,
That's how we do with one and other
You just met that bitch tonight
And now you actin' like you love her
Fuck you, you a whore
I gotta keep it real
I shook a Nigga quick,
End up with J and Phil
J is from the backtown
Phil is from the ville
These my diamond motherfuckers
And my Niggas shoot to kill
Even if we clock a meal
So money ain't the issue
If you in some bullshit
I'm in that shit with you
Can't let no bullets hit you
If you die I won't forget you
Likwit takin' over 99 it's official
We hit you were it hurt,
Until your mind don't work
Run 'em over on my turf
Drives a Nigga berserk
So their ain't no way about to Walhalla
And you surround her
All I gotta do is lie to somebody,
And getting pounded
We run triple foul
Killa-Cal with the style
[?], bow wow, right now
Cause this is how we do it
If you know me, homie show me
I am my brothers keeper,
That's what my daddy told me

[Chorus:]
[Xzibit]
We're about 45 deep, where we all go to
The uncontainable, ungradible Likwit crew
We only roll with a chosen few, true homeboys
Only separate the real Niggas from the decoys
Killafornia B-Boys, I got ya back automatically
They wanna get through you, they gotta go through me
About 45 deep, where we all go to
The uncontainable, ungradible Likwit crew

[Verse 2:]
[Phil Da Agony of Barbershop MC's]
Phil Da Ag, Xzibit and Tash, the true homies
The bottom set it off,
My Likwit crew will set it for me
The type that always got the itchy fingers on the triggers
Yo my Niggas go ahead, Tash [?]
X shown in for all of my best friends
The cash that I was walkin' turned me hop into the Benz
My friends say when I die,
They carry me before they bury me
[?]My friends, that be fuckin the French women that marry's me?
My [?] who give a fuck if I stopped breathin'
Better relax Nigga and start bleedin', y'all my [?]
I could pass out, black out or be out on the concrete
The urgency technique,
You have learned to see at the street
Phil the Agony on defeat
Likwit fleet is rollin' deep
Rollin' well with laser beams on they heat
If I get kidnapped, tied up, beaten and strapped
My kids'll still kick in the ransom to get me back

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
[Xzibit]
Never ever rat on your friends
We make moves like identical twins
I'm talkin' dirt, bitches and ends
All around the map to sett 'em choppin' Los Angeles
Took the route, I hold it down,
While other Niggas abandon us
The city of lost angels
We work the angles like a crime syndicate
?Flash Bentley on the benedict?
Screamin' Likwit, hit you automatic
We could benefit
You ain't are listed in the rage
You just an immigrant
But rhyme just together is tougher than leather
Niggas die for whatever
I clear the whole street
When I let my sweater
And let it rain with the baretta
Provoke insanity, when you talkin' with my family
Front line, first stream, Alkaholik regime
Carried away or get cut from the team
Me and my brothers stick together, cause that's all we got
And I'ma have my Niggas back till my caps pop

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
[Tash]
Uh, It's all love
It's all love
[?]
Now let me shout it out to;
All the Chicago homies
The Northern Ohio homies
Seattle, D.C, Virginia L,
I now y'all homies get it right
Tru Homies

(tash) yo, ro'gram where you at homey?

(j-ro)
At nighttime I'm on the prowl, and I'm livin foul like blackula
Got a microphone made out of chrome shaped like a spatula
Cause I'm flippin rhymes at three times the speed of lightning
You dare to compare to the golden bear it's kind of frightening
You can meditate, til you levitate, but never rate
Higher than a seven/eight, yeah I had to set em straight
I know you feelin these, I ramsack yo' facilities
I'm ill at ease, with these mc's, who ain't got no abilities
(get at me) I make mc's, run out like batteries
I roll the bleeze and then I blow like cannonball adderly

You try to get with likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough
Cold enough
You try to get with likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough
Cold enough

(tash)
Ahhhh, y'all ain't even gotta clue what my clique gon' do
Fast money, fast cars, niggaz sleep until two
My likwit niggaz roundezous, we cop kung-fus and split em
When "the freaks come out at night" catash be right wit em
Stone-faced, but only when I'm loaded wit funs
Big guns, I'll make you do the nestea plunge
I only came to have some fun but I get caught up in the rapture
I don't even write lyrics no more, I manufacture
Cold shit, you know that old gold shit, that raw shit
That drunken alkahol shit that make you say, "ahhh shit!"
Them motherf**kers is too slick for michael
We be creepin up on you like police on bikes

It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight
It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it..

(e-swift)
Me and my niggaz out lookin for a party to crash
Mashed out to long beach but we stop for some gas
I pull in first, catash pulled in last
J-ro steady rollin blunts of the moroccan hash

(tash)
Since it's all about the cash, we ? ? on that smash
Hit up four-five and carson, scoop xzibit and brad
The sounds beatin so hard it's vibratin my glass
Blast, plus we drivin way too fast

(e-swift)
Slow down, you can't crash the whip
Slow down and hit a dip


Cause I paid a lot of money for this ? ? kit
We runnin late for a show, we got this money to get
The nightlife'll have you caught up in all types of shit

(tash)
Like what?
Like this, like that, like that like this
I drink st. ide's, I don't be f**kin with crist'
Cause we the type of clique that need to drink somethin stronger
When tha liks is in the house, the party last longer

(e-swift)
I dedicate this song to, bitches and thugs
Who party down at the club and show tha liks love
Even with creatine, injected in your spleen
You couldn't compete with my all-star likwit team

(tash)
Cause tha liks reign supreme of all hip-hop scenes
We heard about your bougie party, bumrushed it in jeans
And still pulled the hoes most likely to succeed
Where that nigga j-ro? -- most likely smokin weed

It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight
It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight

(j-ro)
Yo, check it out (uh-huh)
Turn up the level more so I can hear the shit forever more
I came out of nowhere, like predator
That's a metaphor, if you rap-impaired, you might say what happened there
While the b-boys clap and cheer, bring that beat back in here!
Nighttime is the right time to write rhymes
Why you wanna bite mine? I blow you away like white lines
I think you better let it go, get yo' ass off my pedestal
Before you need attention, and it's gonna be medical
If rap was basketball I'd have the earl the pearl handles
I drink everything but jack daniels
Rap scandals, don't interest me, I don't get dressy
Tha liks rock the shows but leave the whole crowd messy

It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight
It's the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight