(Tash) Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh
Rap niggaz, we dippin individuals Some of us be frontin, some of us is really criminals Swimmin in the women and money we never had, it's sad Rap could turn a good nigga bad But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle I'm still the same nigga, light skinded, curly afro Whats up though, I'm still the same nigga, a superfreak I blow a G a week, catch me burnin rubber up the street Rap niggaz, always smokin indo So everytime we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless My niggaz live the life and they ain't even rap artists Rap money, we get that shit and blow it We trick thirty G's and ain't got shit to show for it Let me get that case of Moet, let me get that CLK Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East L.A. Let me get that
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Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds Be like all them niggaz on it Which side rock the most, it don't matter cause it get notes Meet you on the left side of the boat Coast, drivin it most, we like where them niggaz go We like everywhere, party where the fans go It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype Got ya station in a smash right
(Tash) My Likwit niggaz made a killin We dropped three albums and got the whole world dancin on the ceilin So I'm feelin like the villian that cracked that safe's combo My nigga had some hoes, I told him shoot em through my condo He shot em through, they peeped my CD through They startin askin questions, but fuck the interview What y'all really wanna do? They said, "Pop the Crist'" I said you like rap? Well wrap ya mouth around this! Rap niggas, young niggaz ballin We on the motorcyles doin ninety down my hall and with the gold chain swingin fallin to the street This rap life got us buyin shit we don't need We don't need the jet skis but let's buy em, just to try em We splashin out the Lex and got all the ladies eyein us now, and we don't fuck around with no wife Cause all my niggaz is livin the rap life
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(Raekwon the Chef) First of all before we move on Shit is like a Yukon son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon Mergin in the suburbs, gettin raw with greenery herb Real ill niggaz smack birds Fat words showin proof how my gat work, go shoot, kill Smack a blackbird, jettin in an Ac-hurse Big Jim stay grinnin in a six spinnin it kid Nigga who flex, lex threw ten in him Stand posin blowin shit, coast from east and west We rockin our vest, cannon might roast you High powered hydrolic Eddie Bauer Rockwilder Who wilder, slang bit niggas on the collar Amp might blow, I might land, set up shop and glow Shinin like a lamp post, my camp post Cream leather green leaves forever Goin to do whatever, corns and crab niggaz, they roll together What up Tash, black hash, we invented the spaz High like sixteen niggaz over ten bags Real niggas gon ride, fake niggaz gon slidide Check the next issue faggot in the vidibe
(Tash) Rap drama, the drama never calms I be on the celly phone trippin off my baby moms Tryna make her understand I get paid to rhyme I don't show up at your job, so don't show up at mine! Cause there's no biz like shobiz if y'all niggaz ask me Show money, that's like pimpin, cause we get it tax free Catch a check for 33, cut straight from SRC Take it straight to any counter, cash my shit with no I.D. Rap women, they always be around us Cause we from out of town and they be lovin out of towners Wash up in motherfuckas like a T.V. evangelist Cause they from where they from and we straight from Los Angeles Rap money
[Tash talkin] What up Fred You know Ooh woop ooh woop Oh boy, oh boy Oh girl
[Defari] Wassup Fred I need a 4X to the head Or that new t-shirt sayin "wassup Fred" Can I live like Jay-Z, make moves that pay me (where's your chain) fuck a chain, I rock my face and name I rock beats that will tear down the whole frame Of your house if your system got that Roger bounce Mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce Tap an oldie, down the goldie Mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce Tap an oldie, down the gold Set shit straight I'm money for that money rollin state I'm a different level me of authentic L.A. Fred Wreck, Fredrigo Meet me on pico I got 3 bad nihas, I need one chico Hennessey all day Hate is nothing to a boss I feels like my nigga Big Hutch Buck what it cost I drop from the sky and left the lane burnin Mashin down the block all this bitches heads turnin
[Chorus - Defari] This that kinda shit that make you wanna jump For the car stereos wit that extra hump Make niggaz in the streets say what the fuck Defari right back wit that extra thump This that typa shit blow out ya truck Make bitches on the block stoppin wanna fuck Make rudeboys point it at the sky and dump Defari right back wit that extra thump
[Defari] See I was born in the world wit fast money and pretty girls Fades, and braids, and O.G.s still rock curls I'm from L.A. where niggaz still smoke joints Kush weed when they get the true taste styles the point From the jungles to the eastside Carson to Pacoima Finish to Inglewood, it's all L.A. California The style I flip is so versitale You too young girl, don't want to hurt you child Cuz when it come to the fuck I'm all bronco buff Make a top notch and a momma fall in love See in the club My niggaz all rollin up dubs Everybody doja'd out hitted out nigga what 300 M, we came, chop game Around the town all these motherfuckers know my name
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[Tash] Ha, listen 6 trays Chevrolets, all day, everyday L.A. California, that's the way we play We do it to a Likwit music Power movement, home improvement We don't give a fuck say what you say D to the E-F-A-R-I We sky high alumni Likwit niggaz don't die We trynna buy everything buyable, homielayable The Likwit crew drive for survival is undeniable I slide a couple bitches thru the back of the club If the hoes get kicked out I get 'em back in the club They Rico's keep on Rico's top notchin I know half of these hoes when these girls were hop-scotchin Now watch it - you handcuffin' hoes we the locksmith We ain't satisfied untill the top notch is topless Knock this in your trunk if you ain't no punk Big Tash is in the house wit that extra thump
Listen honey can't you see That I'm the one that's gonna show you love And make you feel so much pleasure Don't waste the feeling Just go with the flow When your body's next to mine You're giving up that sexy vibe I wanna take you to another level baby And when you get that special feeling All you gotta do is call me up oh I'll give you good and plenty of it When you're feeling down and low All you gotta do is let me know, yeah I'll give you good and plenty of my love Hey, hey sugar the time has come for you to let down your guard and accept all of my Precious treasures I'll share my secrets and open my heart to you It can only get sweeter baby I'm gonna take the time To make your love all mine Come let me take you to another level baby And when you get that special feeling All you gotta do is call me up, oh I'll give you good and plenty of it When you're feeling down and low All you gotta do is let me know, yeah I'll give you good and plenty When Your body's next to mine You're giving up that sexy vibe I'm gonna take you to another level baby, oh Repeat 1 until fade
Standing with your boys on the corner I see them look at me walking by But they don't understand how I'm feeling Cuz boy you are the apple of my eye 1 I never thought no never That I'd find someone to love me like you do I never thought in a million years That you would make every one of my dreams come true Baby there ain't no need for you to worry Cuz you can turn your back on me You know that I'll still be waitin' Right under the sycamore tree 2 - You're all I see, you're all I see I won't let nobody ever come between you and me See, you're all I see Every time they step to me I don't pay them any mind It's all about you and me Repeat 1 Repeat 2 As clear as the sea Blow around tropical breeze I see only we seven seas seven stars Cooling at the park down in Nassau Just think, you and me, love Say it's all, move your lips slow come close to my ear It's here my dear where your fears come clear There's little time left to escape and make best All I see is three to complete Making sweet sugar, honey, all I see All we need, the true life is when we can just be I never thought in a million years That you would make every one of my dreams come true Repeat 1 until fade
