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sippin’ (vocal) - flofilz lyrics

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welcome to the next level
the l i k s, what makes them motherf-ckers so d-mn fresh

you’se a n-gga, everybody diss ‘cuz you can’t bust this
you got a bad name like d-ck butkis
welcome to the next level of rhyme flowin’
scratchin’, hookin’ up beats and hoe 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 s-x is right between her
(t-ttes)

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 mohabi
tash diamond d and the ro to the j
amazing feats happen when we come out to play

welcome to the next level
the l i k s
welcome to the next level
the l i k s, what makes them motherf-ckers so d-mn fresh

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 sl!ck, and face the d-ck real quick
you better recognize, adjust your bifocals
your style is local, i sit on beats in acapulco
i put words together like peter jennings
and skate on motherf-ckers 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 cienega, at the ramada
but hold up, i’m not done yet
i get hard like the perm pimps wear on sunset
so recognize when you feel it
ditc, you can’t steal it, aight

the l i k s
welcome to the next level
the l i k s
welcome to the next level
the l i k s, what makes them motherf-ckers so d-mn fresh

for all my n-ggas in the places with blunts in they faces
off the two turntables with the anvil cases
it’s the l i k’s that blaze and amaze that
(got’s to roll deep)
in these crazy–ss days
bu the alkaholik rhymer, king tee and diamond d
got the gats pointed at ya like we’re to ’round three

‘cuz nineteen ninety-four is the year we overdo it
with the house party beats and flowin’ like fluid
‘cuz ain’t nothin’ too but to do that sh-t and print it
but it’s all about the loot so every move is doc-mented
and vented, by the man born for lyric kickin’
coolin’ out with your b-tch eatin’ sweet and sour chicken

exceeding visa limits if the tab’s on you
i get drunk and reminisce about the sh-t i used to do
we used ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby
me, mike d, and my beat box robby
sendin’ kids back to the lab for more practice
the only way they’d win, if we battled to see who’s the wackiest

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 motherf-ckers so d-mn fresh
it’s the, liquid flows that we spillin’ on ya
broadcastin’ live from southern california, and we out

welcome to the next level
the l i k s
welcome to the next level
the l i k s
welcome to the next level

- flofilz lyrics

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