Sippin (The next level Remix) - FloFilz/Tha Liks

Welcome to the next level

The L I K S what makes them motherf**kers so d**n fresh

Welcome to the next level

You'se a n***a everybody diss

'Cuz you can't bust this

You got a bad name like Dick Butkis

Welcome to the next level of rhyme flowin'

Scratchin' hookin' up beats and h*e 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

Tittes

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**kers so d**n 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 slick and face the dick 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**kers 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**kers so d**n fresh

For all my n***as 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-a*s 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 s**t 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 b***h eatin'

Sweet and sour chicken

Exceeding Visa limits if the tab's on you

I get drunk and reminisce about

The s**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**kers so d**n 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

Around flow it