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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tash
Tash
Rap
Tony Touch
Tony Touch
Künstler:in
Xzibit
Xzibit
Rap
Defari
Defari
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Alvin Joiner
Alvin Joiner
Songwriter:in
D. Johnson, Jr.
D. Johnson, Jr.
Songwriter:in
G. Spivey
G. Spivey
Songwriter:in
R Smith
R Smith
Songwriter:in
Duane Johnson
Duane Johnson
Autor:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tony Touch
Tony Touch
Mischtechniker:in
DJ Scratch
DJ Scratch
Produzent:in
Sebastian Serrano
Sebastian Serrano
Ausführende:r Produzent:in

Lyrics

From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee
"From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee"
From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee
"From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee"
Danger danger, wild west ranger ranger
Rearrange 'a the mark ass stranger
Behold, the look on my face stone cold
With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
I'm the Golden State bear with a rough flare, plus debanare
Time for me and mine, but for any kind I can't care
Stormy weather rain liquid
Defari con Tony Toca, Tash, and Xzibit
Break necks bounce with it when I spit it
Knockin this jam is a form of calastenics
Let it knock when you mashin down the block
Rims spank with the car wash
Watch the bitches stop
And look, always stay five steps ahead
Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed
Dead to the world but, Hayru he be the sun
Always burnin, 'Cause my job is never done
Run from one time I rather dump an AK
That's for all the black and brown that got carried away
To the morg, when I look in the mirror, I see the Lord
"Oh my God"
Since **** want to set trip
It's time to start the checklist sh the Likwit rhymer runnin through your city reckless
Blame it on the hennisey, we drink that shit for breakfast
My style be standin out like my homie Tony's necklace
This is flawless raw'less for ya ballers
Nah, fuck why'all, this is for all my drunken alcoholiks
Nah, fuck dat, this is for my homie Tony Touch
I told ya homeboy we come through in the clutch
New York, L.A. its not the same thing
Why'all **** rob, out here we gangbang
Guns to the ammo, **** think they Rambo
Standin on the corner with they khakis and they flannel
Dang yo' flow sound just like D's
Who want to battle three G's for T's
Please, read it off the lips of the Alki-bumrusher
Fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't want to Touch ya
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't want to Touch ya
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't want to Touch ya
Lets get upclose and personal, malicious, Sid Vicious
I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin tonight
Rapper's Delight, keep it at the house but ain't fuckin it right
Got'choo stuck in the headlights, can't move
Impact is all of the sudden, vehicular homicide
But I ain't stoppin for nothin
Me and my cousin, strong buzzin, and playin a dozen
Pushin and shovin', leads to gettin sucked and rolled up
Like a **** with a mask and a gun, hold up
Rappers act like they ain't gon' die for small fry
Try to reply, don't touch what you ain't gon' buy
I ain't gon' lie, motherfucker love to get high
Barely get by with scraps and pennies
Now we winnin Grammy's and Emmy's
And party with the henni and remi
Got a big bang theory **** keepin it hot
Its the art versus - or not
"Let me show some off me skills here"
"Alright that does it"
Written by: Alvin Joiner, D. Johnson, Jr., Duane Johnson, G. Spivey, R Smith
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