L-I-K-S

Ha ha, hahaha! 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 ****** witch'all

Animal House full of skateboarders, headbangers, 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 ******z what's the motto?

(Keep it pourin mother******) ahh '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 ******z what the ****** the name means

[E-Swift]

Aight

(L) Lush, lewd

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

Longevity, lots of enegry

Legendary Likwid Crew for life, large following

(I) Illustrious, impressive

In your rap section, not imperfection

International, inner city ******

I'm the truth in the isolated booth, idolize my group

(K) K.O. ******z

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)

(S) So inebriated, so faded

So underrated, so concentrated

So focused, so much ambition

So much recognition, that's the definition of

[Chorus]

(L).. to the mother****** (I).. to the mother******

(K).. to the mother****** (S).. what comes next? It's the

(L).. to the mother****** (I).. to the mother******

(K).. to the mother****** (S).. what comes next?

[Tash]

So when Tha Liks is on the set it's that same ************t perpetual

A gang of rookie ******z 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 ******z what the ****** the name means

[J-Ro]

(L) Los Angeles, lyrical manhandlers

Got ladies laid up in the lab, livin skanless

For the love of brew, younger son named Lou

Likwid ******z in the party laminate your whole body

(I) 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

(K) 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 ****** alone

Before I break you down from kneecaps to knuckle bones

(S) ************t 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

[Chorus]

(L).. (I).. [music fades]