| Yo, Ro'Gram where you at, homey? | |
| At nighttime I'm on the prowl and I'm livin' foul like Blackula | |
| Got a microphone made out of chrome shaped like a spatula | |
| 'Cause I'm flippin' rhymes at three times the speed of lightning | |
| You dare to compare to the golden bear, it's kind of frightening | |
| You can meditate 'til you levitate but never rate | |
| Higher than a seven, eight, yeah, I had to set 'em straight | |
| I know you feelin' these, I ram sack yo' facilities | |
| I'm ill at ease with these MCs, who ain't got no abilities | |
| Get at me, I make MCs run out like batteries | |
| I roll the bleeze and then I blow like cannonball adderly | |
| You try to get with Likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough, cold enough | |
| You try to get with Likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough, cold enough | |
| Y'all ain't even gotta clue what my clique gon' do | |
| Fast money, fast cars, niggaz sleep until two | |
| My Likwit niggaz rendezvous, we cop Kung-fus and split 'em | |
| When the freaks come out at night, CaTash be right wit 'em | |
| Stone faced but only when I'm loaded wit funs | |
| Big guns, I'll make you do the nestea plunge | |
| I only came to have some fun but I get caught up in the rapture | |
| I don't even write lyrics no more, I manufacture | |
| Cold shit, you know that old gold shit, that raw shit | |
| That drunken alkahol shit that make you say, aw shit | |
| Them motherfuckers is too slick for Michael | |
| We be creepin' up on you like police on bikes | |
| It's the middle of the hype night | |
| All the ladies looking right, right | |
| My Likwit niggaz, keep it tight, tight | |
| Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight | |
| It's the middle of the hype night | |
| All the ladies looking right, right | |
| My Likwit niggaz keep it | |
| Me and my niggaz out lookin' for a party to crash | |
| Mashed out to Long Beach but we stop for some gas | |
| I pull in first, CaTash pulled in last | |
| J-Ro steady rollin' blunts of the Moroccan hash | |
| Since, it's all about the cash, we lay on that smash | |
| Hit up four five and Carson, scoop Xzibit and Brad | |
| The sounds beatin' so hard it's vibratin' my glass | |
| Blast, plus we drivin' way too fast | |
| Slow down, you can't crash the whip, slow down | |
| And hit a dip 'cause I paid a lot of money for this promise kit | |
| We runnin' late for a show, we got this money to get | |
| The nightlife'll have you caught up in all types of shit | |
| Like what? Like this, like that, like that like this | |
| I drink St. Ide's, I don't be fuckin' with Crist' | |
| 'Cause we the type of clique that need to drink somethin' stronger | |
| When tha Liks is in the house, the party last longer | |
| I dedicate this song to, bitches and thugs | |
| Who party down at the club and show tha Liks love | |
| Even with creatine injected in your spleen | |
| You couldn't compete with my all-star Likwit team | |
| 'Cause tha Liks reign supreme of all hip-hop scenes | |
| We heard about your boogie party, bumrushed it in jeans | |
| And still pulled the hoes most likely to succeed | |
| Where that nigga J-Ro? Most likely smokin' weed | |
| It's the middle of the night, night | |
| All the ladies looking right, right | |
| My Likwit niggaz keep it tight, tight | |
| Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight | |
| It's the middle of the night, night | |
| All the ladies looking right, right | |
| My Likwit niggaz keep it tight, tight | |
| Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight | |
| Yo, check it out | |
| Turn up the level more so I can hear the shit forever more | |
| I came out of nowhere like predator, that's a metaphor | |
| If you rap-impaired, you might say what happened there | |
| While the B-boys clap and cheer, bring that beat back in here | |
| Nighttime is the right time to write rhymes | |
| Why you wanna bite mine? I blow you away like white lines | |
| I think, you better let it go, get yo' ass off my pedestal | |
| Before you need attention and it's gonna be medical | |
| If rap was basketball, I'd have the earl the pearl handles | |
| I drink everything but Jack Daniels | |
| Rap scandals don't interest me, I don't get dressy | |
| Tha Liks rock the shows but leave the whole crowd messy | |
| It's the middle of the night, night | |
| All the ladies looking right, right | |
| My Likwit niggaz keep it tight, tight | |
| Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight | |
| It's the middle of the night, night | |
| All the ladies looking right, right | |
| My Likwit niggaz keep it tight, tight | |
| Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight |
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