[Tash] Me and J. Wells we got a story to tell Likwid! We writin motherfuckin books about our lives right now Man y'all niggaz don't even read books... except mine Let's get it in; L.C. (uhh) Likwid Crew (Likwid, Likwid, uhh)
A.. penny for my thoughts, a nickel for my diss A dime for my lyrics cause I spit 'em with a twist This here baby is time for dirty dancin If your friends ain't feelin freaky we just kick 'em out the mansion Back to the basics, puffin on the Matrix Take a hit of this I'll have you flyin like a spaceship (Hey bitch!) We got somethin on the way that'll stop you in your tracks and make you say (HEY~!) Don't stray, L.A. is on the way with Swift and J-Ro pancakin in a trey All the way, handshake in Las Vegas Thieves - you owe us more than what you gave us Loud Records, gone in 60 seconds We earned a lot of money, and now we recollect it Take her to the hotel, niggaz say oh well Rico got a story to tell about you
[Chorus: Samuel Christian] If it ain't too much for me to ask you out Know a place where, we can disappear And you can leave your jacket at the door Panties on the floor Dress by the drawer All I ask is leave your boots on
[Tash] So when the world starts twistin in an awkward position Where old niggaz broke and young niggaz gettin rich then Rico steps in with a style they haven't seen Hit 'em with Murder Dog or Robb Report magazines Both worlds, you got the best of both My crib is in Miami but I rep that West coast (WESTSIDE) Toast to the boogie I'll be livin that rap life {Pull a gang of bitches then I shake 'em like crap dice} Pedal to the metal homey never let my brakes squeak Truck's filled up, baby hop into the H seat She look good, somethin I can't keep She asked me do I rap I said "Nah I just make beats" Lyin like a rug, nose growin like Pinnochio She anti-social but my friends said I told ya so Whattup hoe? Ya know how it go The R to the I to the C to the O!
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[Tash] CaTash in the streets in the middle when I drop I'm like the barbershop I take a little off the top It's a riddle to the cops how the paper keeps streamin Behind us tryin to blind us {*woop woop*} high beamin "Y'all seem intoxicated" My boy PJ got the box of fragrance (uh-huh) Dirt bomb got the boxers hatin It started in the 70's and ended with Reagan Patience is a virtue, so don't make me hurt you I'm steppin out, you steppin in on your curfew {Earth to Rico} we seen you is failed We need you in the party with Swift and J. WellsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
