Image Fantôme (Pavane Pour Une Enfant Défunte) - Jane Birkin, Морис Равель

Mmm, aiyyo gimme that microphone and I’mma 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 beeitch 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 S’s

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 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 1:59 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 niggas out but I can handle it

The superfly vandal standin with the guns and ammo

If you scary change the channel (y'all niggas fuckin up my shit)

Handle bus-i-ness appropriate, we L.A. street associates

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

Niggas with guns got they, eyes on my funds

I cain’t, walk out my door y’all might, pop me and run

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

Now it’s back to the bitches, the bottles and the bumps

Pumpin up the sounds cause that’s how we do

But we still partyin at 5 and L.A. closed at 2

without last line

«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 fonky 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 dum-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 and hold ya

Now you C-walkin talkin 'bout you need a soldier

I send this missile in ya I destroy and dismantle it

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

Ain’t it krunk, this is Likwit MC’s