Handle It

Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' I'ma handle it

Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it

Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it

Pass that weed, lil' mama, I can handle it

Back that ass up, bitch, I can handle it

Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it

Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it

It's Likwit crew, nigga, we straight from Los Angeles

It's the L, the I, the K, the Ss

We still the West's freshest 'cause we started from the essence

Look, Ma, no hands, they gave us microphone stands

So I can stand with two bottles while I dance with the fans

Dance with me, press against me 'cause I'm reachin' out to grab it

Slappin' asses 'cause CaTashtrophe's an Alkie chick magnet

I'm a beauty pageant judge with a glass full of buds

It's one fifty nine, they're tryin' to shut down the club

Last call for alcohol, unless you meet us at the after hours

Pull up to the front, yeah, baby girl, the house is ours

Don't bug, spillin' shit on my rug

I'm a Rollo with a motto, safe sex, soft drugs

Thugs in my mansion askin' why the fuck is candles lit

I'm about to kick these niggaz out but I can handle it

The superfly vandal, standin' with the guns an' ammo

If you scary change the channel, y'all niggaz fuckin' up my shit

Handle business appropriate, we L.A. street associates

I'm tryin' to have some fun but peep this bullshit I'm copin' with

Niggaz with guns got they eyes on my funds

I can't walk out my door, y'all might pop me an' run

Don't trip 'cause my pump made 'em run like Forrest Gump

Now it's back to the bitches, the bottles an' the bumps

Pumpin' up the sounds 'cause that's how we do

But we still partyin' at 5 an' L.A. closed at 2

Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' I'ma handle it

Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it

Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it

Pass that weed, lil' mama, I can handle it

Back that ass up, bitch, I can handle it

Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it

Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it

Hell, motherfuckin'

Yo, the bass is in the place, sho' nuff shrugged your face

Like R. Kelly gettin' sprayed with a can of mace

Girls get freaky to the funky beat bumpin'

Which one of y'all down 'cause I'm tryin' to beat somethin'

We hold down the city, they call us 'The Drunk Flowers'

If your girl from L.A., she probably already know us

So Braniac dumb dums, bust the scientifical

We much more than typical, bust flows like a pistol

The words I spit are more dangerous than a bullet

Make the wrong move, I'm on your neck like a mullet

'Big Dog' style, we Rottweiler, pitbull it

Smoke a bleezy with a breezy if she ain't scared to pull it

y'all women used to want us to just love an' hold ya

Now you see-walkin', talkin' 'bout you need a soldier

I send this missile in yam I destroy an' dismantle it

J-Ro in this bitch an' you know I'm 'bout to handle it

Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' I'ma handle it

Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it

Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it

Pass that weed, lil' mama, I can handle it

Back that ass up, bitch, I can handle it

Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it

Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it

It's Likwit crew, nigga, we straight from Los Angeles

Ain't it crunk? This is Likwit MCs