What's this, you got a bad name? I'm like Dick, but this, welcome to the next level Of rhyme flowin', scratchin', hookin' up beats and hoe catchin' Every time I come home I got 50 messages I only call back the girls with big, big breasts I got ditties in all the major cities The safest way to have *** is right between us I moved to Philly from Philly, we was plumpin' on a filly She started actin' silly, so I popped her like a willy I'm like Kook or Monga, 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 rocked the mic from London to the Mojave Cash, diamond seat, and the road to the J Amazing feats happen when we come out to play We about to take it to the next level Reachin' new plateaus when it come to rhyme flows L-I-K-S, the crew from out west that always rock fresh We about to take it to the next level Reachin' new plateaus when it come to rhyme flows L-I-K-S, the crew from out west that always rock fresh Out the funk bag of tricks, just for kicks I represent with the mix, so here's the fix I'm hittin' harder than a brick Tricks get slick and face the dick real quick You better recognize the gesture by vocals Your style is local, I sit on beaches and I go polka I put words together like Peter Jennings And say them mother***ers like Peggy Flynn So woe to those who woe From 104-56 to 90210 I'm sippin' on Vina Colada Two blocks off La Cienega At the Ramada But hold up, I'm not done yet I get hard like the Burns-Demme Square on Sunset So recognize when you feel it D-I-T-C, you can't steal it We about to take it to the next level Reachin' new plateaus when it come to rhyme flows L-I-K-S, the crew from out west that always rock fresh We about to take it to the next level Reachin' new plateaus when it come to rhyme flows The Licks about to take it to the next level Uh, yeah, to the next level For all my niggeros, niggettes Broke niggas to begets You see our silhouettes, but y'all who the *** is it? If you recognize the freshness of the crew that rocks the party That's the wrong beat, cause niggas can't trust nobody Guess what, you in the token on the next thing Smokin' to the next level of rappin' Better get the party open cause 1995 is the year we overdo it With the house party beats and flowin' like fluid Cause ain't nothin' to it but the rock that's still in printin' But it's all about the loop, so every move is documented Invented by the crew that's born for lyric kickin' Coolin' out with your broads eatin' sweet and sour chicken And exceedin' visa limits if the tab's on you I get drunk and reminisce about the *** I used to do We used to take out grooves as a hobby after school in the lobby Me might be in my V-T-S, Robby Sendin' kids back to the lab for more crack The only way they'd win if we battled who's the who's the wackest Ten years later, still a hip-hop slave A prehistoric b-boy makin' beats in my cave The L-I-K-S They're so damn fresh It's the liquid flow that we spillin' on ya Broadcastin' live from Southern California We about to take it to the next level Reachin' new plateaus when it come to rock flow The L-I-K-S The crew from out west that always rockin' fresh We about to take it to the next level Reachin' new plateaus when it come to rock flow Cause I hear them loud That's right, hey That's the L-I-K-S I like that that that I like that that that I like that that that I keep on keepin' keepin' keepin' on Keepin' keepin' keepin' keepin' on I like that that that That that that That that that No time to lose I like that Keep the chemistry Beaters Cuts And flows For all your niggaboes And all your hoes That like that real real real real real