Tha Alkaholiks, Diamond D - The Next Level lyrics

Welcome to the next level tha L-IK-S
What makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh

You's a nigga everybody diss cause
You can't bust this
You got a bad name like Dick Butt-kiss
Welcome to the next level, of rhyme flowin
Scratchin', hookin' up beats, and ho-catchin'
Every time 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 (titties)
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 Cucamonga, 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 Mojave
Tash, Diamond D, and the Ro to the J
Amazing feats happen when we come out to play

Welcome to the next level tha L-IK-S
What makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh

Out the funk bag of tricks
Just for kicks, I represent with the Liks
So here's the fix
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 beach in Acapulco
I put words together like Peter Jennings
And skate on motherfuckers like Peggy Fleming
So woe to those who owe from 10456 to 90210
I'm sippin' on pina colada
Two blocks off La Cienega, at the Ramada
But hold up, I'm not done yet
I get hard like the perms
Pimps wear on Sunset
So recognize when you feel it
DITC, you can't steal it, aight

Welcome to the next level tha L-IK-S
What makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh

For all my niggas in the places
With blunts in they faces
Off the two turntables with the Anvil cases
It's tha L-IK's that blaze and amaze that

But the Alkaholik rhymer
King Tee and Diamond D
Got the gats pointed at
Ya like Richard Roundtree
Cause nineteen ninety-four is the
Year we overdo it with the house party beats
And flowin' like fluid
Cause ain't nothin' too but to do
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 bitch
Eatin sweet-and-sour chicken

Exceeding Visa limit's if the tab's on you
I get drunk and reminisce about the
Shit I used to do
We used to 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
Tha L-IK-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

Welcome to the next level tha L-IK-S
What makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh