Welcome to the next level
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The L-I-K-S, what makes them
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motherfuckers so damn fresh
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<Interlude>
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Youse a nigga everybody diss
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cause you can't bust this
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You got a bad name
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like Dick Butkis
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Welcome to the next level,
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of rhyme flowing
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Scratching, hooking up beats,
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and hoe catching
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Everytime I come home,
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I got fifty messages
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I only call back the girls
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with big big breasteses
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Ooh, I got bitties,
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in all the major cities
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The safest way to have sex
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is right between her (tittes)
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I beeped this fillie from Philly
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we was puffin on a phillie
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She started actin silly,
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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
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that'll never play out
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I was raised in Cali
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just like a palm tree
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I rock the mic from London
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to the Mohabi
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Tash Diamond D
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and the Ro to the J
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Amazing feats happen when
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we come out to play
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Welcome to the next level
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The L-I-K-S,
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Welcome to the next level
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The L-I-K-S, what makes them
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motherfuckers so damn fresh
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Out the funk bag of tricks
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Just for kicks,
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I represent with the Liks
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So here's the vicks, I'm
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hitting harder than a brick
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Tricks get slick,
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and face the dick real quick
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You better recognize,
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adjust your bifocals
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Your style is local,
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I sit on beats in Acupulco
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I put words together like
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Peter Jennings
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And skate on motherfuckers
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like Peggy Flemming
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So woah to those who owe
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From one oh four five six
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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,
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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
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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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The L-I-K-S,
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Welcome to the next level
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The L-I-K-S,My men, my men
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Welcome to the next level
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The L-I-K-S, what makes them
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motherfuckers so damn fresh
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For all my niggaz in the places
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with blunts in they faces
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Off the two turntables
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with the anvil cases
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It's the L-I-K's
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that blaze and amaze that
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[Gots to roll deep]
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in these crazy-ass days
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But the Alkaholik rhymer,
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King Tee and Diamond D
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Got the gats pointed at ya
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like we're to round three
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Cause nineteen ninety-four
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is the year we over do it
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With the house party beats
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and flowing like fluid
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Cause ain't nothin too but
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to do that shit and print it
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But it's all about the loot
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so every move is documented
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And vented, by the man born
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for lyric kicking
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Cooling out with your bitch
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eating sweet and sour chicken
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Exceeing Visa limits
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if the tab's on you
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I get drunk and reminesce about
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the shit I used to do We used ta
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take out crews as a hobby
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after two in the lobby
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Me, Mike D, and my beatbox Robby
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Sending kids back to the lab
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for more practice
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The only way they'd win,
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if we battled to see
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who's the wackest
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Ten years later,
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still a hip-hop slave
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A prehistoric b-boy making
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beats in my cave
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The L-I-K-S, what makes them
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motherfuckers so damn fresh
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It's the, liquid flows that
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we spilling on ya
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Broadcastin live from Southern
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California, and we out
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Welcome to the next level
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The L-I-K-S,
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Welcome to the next level
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The L-I-K-S,
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Welcome to the next level
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of rhyme flowing
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n to dust
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My zodiac sign is Aquarius
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G-G-Gemini is my zodiac sign
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I rock the house party
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at the drop of a dime
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Baby Bubba's on the mic,
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E-Swift's on the cut
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So get up out your seat
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and shake your butt
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The Baby Bubba's
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The Baby Bubba's
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The Baby Bubba's
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Yes, everybody put your
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headphones on
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Sit down sit down yes calm down
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The question was,
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what is an Alkaholik?
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A Alkaholik is this
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Some people take their first
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drink of alcohol
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They like it, or they don't
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They come back tot,
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or they stay away
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You listen to hip-hop
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for the first time,
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you like it or you don't
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You either come back
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or you stay way
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You come back to Tha Alkaholiks,
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liquid flows,every time baby
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So get it right,
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get it right motherfucker!
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The Liks is in the house
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for ninety-five, keepin it live
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Yes yes,
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all the hip-hoppers say yes yes
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And remember this, you can't
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escape the power of the T's
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And on that note, we gonna
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take it to another level
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Ha ha ha ha |