Alkaholics - The Next Level Music Video (Uncut) W/ Lyrics

Intro/Chorus: E-SwiftWelcome to the next levelThe L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn freshVerse One: J-RoYouse a nigga everybody diss cause you can't bust thisYou got a bad name like Dick ButkisWelcome to the next level, of rhyme flowinScratchin, hookin up beats, and hoe catchinEverytime I come home, I got fifty messagesI only call back the girls with big big breastesesOoh, I got bitties, in all the major citiesThe safest way to have sex is right between her (tittes)I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin on a phillieShe started actin silly, so I popped her like a willieI'm like Cucamonga, I'm way outAnd you know I got the flow that'll never play outI was raised in Cali just like a palm treeI rock the mic from London to the MohabiTash Diamond D and the Ro to the JAmazing feats happen when we come out to playChorusVerse Two: Diamond DOut the funk bag of tricksJust for kicks, I represent with the LiksSo here's the vicks, I'm hittin harder than a brickTricks get slick, and face the dick real quickYou better recognize, adjust your bifocalsYour style is local, I sit on beats in AcupulcoI put words together like Peter JenningsAnd skate on motherfuckers like Peggy FlemmingSo woah to those who oweFrom one oh four five six to nine oh two one ohI'm sippin on pina coladaTwo blocks off La Cienega, at the RamadaBut hold up, I'm not done yetI get hard like the perm pimps wear on SunsetSo recoginize when you feel itDITC, you can't steal it, aightChorus(Tash) My men, my menChorusVerse Three: Tash, E-SwiftFor all my niggaz in the places with blunts in they facesOff the two turntables with the anvil casesIt's the L-I-K's that blaze and amaze that[Gots to roll deep] in these crazy-ass daysBu the Alkaholik rhymer, King Tee and Diamond DGot the gats pointed at ya like we're to round threeCause nineteen ninety-four is the year we overdo itWith the house party beats and flowin like fluidCause ain't nothin too but to do that shit and print itBut it's all about the loot so every move is documentedAnd vented, by the man born for lyric kickinCoolin out with your bitch eatin sweet and sour chickenExceeing Visa limits if the tab's on youI get drunk and reminesce about the shit I used to doWe used ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobbyMe, Mike D, and my beatbox RobbySendin kids back to the lab for more practiceThe only way they'd win, if we battled to see who's the wackestTen years later, still a hip-hop slaveA prehistoric b-boy makin beats in my caveThe L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn freshIt's the, liquid flows that we spillin on yaBroadcastin live from Southern California, and we outChorus