L-i-k-s Lyrics - Singles - Tha Liks

Ha ha, ha, ha, ha, straight ignorance at it's finest 

We got the rowdy ass Alkaholik boys in the house tonight 

They brought they homeboys the Animal House to come fuck witch'all 

Animal House full of skateboarders, head bangers, slang bashers 

Y'know, check me out 

Aiyyo Tha Liks work beats like custom auto 

When the fans hear the name they straight rush a bottle 

It's two thou' now niggaz what's the motto? 

(Keep it pourin' motherfucker) 

Ah 'til it hurts to swallow 

I got a Rollo ass style with no strings attached 

If you ain't come to battle don't bring yo' raps 

It's tha Liks baby, yeah, yeah, the same team 

Yo Swift, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means 

Aight 

Leanin' on the ledge of the bar, loud rowdy and rude 

Longevity, lots of energy 

Legendary Likwid Crew for life, large following 

Illustrious, impressive 

In your rap section, not imperfection 

International, inner city nigga 

I'm the truth in the isolated booth 

Idolize my group 

Who keep runnin' off at the mouth, keep it bouncin' down South 

We stay keyed, keep on givin' the fans what they need 

Keep it rough for these streets 

(Swift) 

So inebriated, so faded 

So underrated, so concentrated 

So focused, so much ambition 

So much recognition, that's the definition of 

L, to the motherfuckin' 

I, to the motherfuckin' 

K, to the motherfuckin' 

S, what comes next? It's the 

L, to the motherfuckin' 

I, to the motherfuckin' 

K, to the motherfuckin' 

S, what comes next? It's the 

So when tha Liks is on the set it's that same shit perpetual 

A gang of rookie niggaz tryin' to drink against professionals 

But y'all bow down around drink six 

When you seein' nine of us but it's only three Liks 

Headbangin' beats leaves necks with pinched nerves 

Tash slurs word serves when I'm sippin' C-derb 

But y'all already know what's the name of my team 

So yo J, tell these niggaz what the fuck the name means 

Los Angeles, lyrical manhandlers 

Got ladies laid up in the lab, livin' skanless 

For the love of brew, younger son named Lou 

Likwid niggaz in the party laminate your whole body 

I'm usin' alcohol infusion 

You idiots get bruised 'cause you choosin' an illusion 

How can I be inhumane? 

In a world full of animals I'm pure like Iverson handles 

You know you better kneel to Likwid Knights 

We down with the King plus we knit real tight 

We got the knack to make knots, leave me the fuck alone 

Before I break you down from kneecaps to knuckle bones 

Shit you done walked into a storm 

We reign seven feet above the norm 

Pull it over to the side, I'm slip slidin' and swervin' 

Servin' this broad in a suburban, I hit her with the 

L, to the motherfuckin' 

I, to the motherfuckin' 

K, to the motherfuckin' 

S, what comes next? It's the 

L, to the motherfuckin' 

I, to the motherfuckin' 

K, to the motherfuckin' 

S, what comes next? It's the