The Next Level (Remix)

歌詞

(feat. Diamond D) [Verse One: J-Ro] Bust this You got a bad name like Dick Butkus Welcome to the next level, of rhyme flowin Scratchin, hookin up beats, and hoe catchin Everytime I come home, I got fifty messages I only call back the girls with big big breasteses Ooh, I got bitties, in all the major cities The safest way to have sex is right between her (tittes) I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin on a phillie She started actin silly, so I popped her like a willie I'm like Kukamunga, I'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 [Chorus:] We about to take you to the next level Reachin new plateaus when it comes to rhyme flows We about to take you to the next level (the L, I, K, S) The crew from out West that always rocks fresh [Verse Two: Diamond D] Out the funk bag of tricks Just for kicks, I represent with the Liks So here's the vicks, I'm hittin harder than a brick Tricks get slick, and face the dick real quick You better recognize, adjust your bifocals Your style is local, I 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 Seneca, at the Ramada But hold up, I'm not done yet I get hard like the perm pimps wear on Sunset So recoginize when you feel it DITC, you can't steal it, aight [Chorus] [Verse Three: Tash, E-Swift] For all my niggaroles, niggetes, broke niggaz wit big gats You see our silouhettes but yo who the fuck is it If you recognize the freshness of the crew that rocks the party [Gots to roll deep] cause niggaz can't trust nobody Guess what, you win a token on the next day smokin To the next level of rap that'll get the party open Cause nineteen ninety-five is the year we overdo it With the house party beats and the flowin like fluid Cause ain't nothin to do but to rock that shit and print it But it's all about the loot so every move is documented And vented, by the man born for lyric kickin Coolin out with your broads eatin sweet and sour chicken Exceed and be the limit if the tab's on you I get drunk and reminesce about the shit I used to do We used ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby Me, Mike D, and my beatbox Robby Sendin kids back to the lab for more practice The only way they'd win, if we battled to see who's the wackest Ten years later, still a hip-hop slave A prehistoric b-boy makin beats in my cave The L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh It's the, liquid flows that we spillin on ya Broadcastin live from Southern California, and we out [Chorus] [Outro: Tash] Hazzai in the hiddouse E-Swift in the house, J-Ro house Like that, a datta ta dat a like that Rock that, Tash in the house, ha hah keep it old school A like that that diggey da dat dat dat Like that that diggedy da dat dat dat Hizzai in the house You know what time it is with the L-I-K's We keep the chemistry simple Beats, cuts, and flows For all y'all niggaroles And all y'all hoes that like that real real real