Tha Alkaholiks - Handle It lyrics

Mmm, aiyyo gimme that microphone
And I'mma handle it
Don't even worry 'bout it
We about to handle it
Alkaholiks in this bitch about to handle it
Pass that weed lil' mama I can handle it
Back that ass up beeitch I can handle it
Pass my drink lil' nigga I can handle it
Don't even worry 'bout it
We about to handle it
It's Likwit crew nigga
We straight from Los Angeles

It's the L, the I, the K, the S's
We still the West's freshest cause
We started from the essence
Look ma no hands
They gave us microphone stands
So I can stand with two bottles
While I dance with the fans
Dance with me, press against me
Cause I'm reachin out grab it
Slappin asses cause CaTashtrophe's an
Alkie chick magnet
I'm a beauty pageant judge with
A glass full of buds
It's 1: 59 they're tryin to
Shut down the club
Last call for alcohol unless you meet
Us at the after hours
Pull up to the front, yeah baby girl
The house is ours
Don't bug, spillin shit on my rug
I'm a Rollo with a motto
Safe sex - soft drugs
Thugs in my mansion askin why
The fuck is candles lit
I'm about to kick these niggas out
But I can handle it
The superfly vandal standin with
The guns and ammo
If you scary change the channel
(y'all niggas fuckin up my shit)
Handle bus-i-ness appropriate
We LA street associates
I'm tryin to have some fun but
Peep this bullshit I'm copin with
Niggas with guns got they eyes on my funds
I cain't, walk out my door y'all might
Pop me and run don't trip cause my pump made
'em run like Forrest Gump
Now it's back to the bitches
The bottles and the bumps
Pumpin up the sounds cause that's how we do
But we still partyin at 5 and LA closed at 2


"Hell motherfuckin"

Yo the bass is in the place
Sho' nuff shrugged your face
Like R kelly gettin sprayed with
A can of mace
Girls get freaky to the fonky beat bumpin
Which one of y'all down
Cause I'm tryin to beat somethin
We hold down the city
They call us the drunk flowers
If your girl from LA
She probably already know us
So "Braniac dum dums, bust the scientifical"
We much more than typical
Bust flows like a pistol the words I spit
Are more dangerous than a bullet
Make the wrong move
I'm on your neck like a mullet
Big dog style, we Rottweiler pitbull it
Smoke a bleezy with a breezy if
She ain't scared to pull it
Y'all women used to want us to
Just love and hold ya
Now you C-walkin talkin 'bout
You need a soldier i send this missile in ya
I destroy and dismantle it
J-Ro in this bitch and you know
I'm 'bout to handle it

Ain't it krunk, this is Likwit MC's