(feat. J-Ro)



[Defari]

Man yo' glass is empty already?

I just poured you one



[J-Ro]

It was full a minute ago



[Defari]

Ah yeah, fo sho it's all Alkaholiks, Likwit crew

You know me Rogran



[J-Ro]

What you wanna do?



[Defari]

Ah, you know what I'ma do..

(What's happenin?)

Off top!

(C'mon)



[Chorus]

We gon' pour more likwit

(Keep your glass filled to the top

Take another shot, we gonna - )

Pour More Likwit

(We bout to take another trip back to the bar

Keep 'em coming y'all, and - )

Pour More Likwit

[J:] Hennessey, Cognac, fat sacks front to back, fuck that

Pour More Likwit

[D:] Alkaholiks, King Tee, Defari, thought you knew

(Up, up and away!)



[J-Ro]

There's a reason why they call us Likwit crew

Cause of the things we do - flows, liqour, and brew

Who knew? - when I was 14 bustin' my first nut

That I would be on the stage with Defari bustin' on this cut

Shit, we real playerz, game stacked in layers

Y'all niggaz keep lookin' so I'm pissin' on the stairs

Who knew? - when I played Pop Warner for the Golden Bears

That I'd travel the globe, all expense paid airfares

I wear Air's, it ain't fair -

When you see me at the bar wit a chick with long hair

Hoes bangin', flows bangin', clothes bangin', shows bangin'

But I ain't bangin', I got two sons, that's my set

And I'll bet that you'll never forget

That your girl was in the front while she came all dripping wet

It seems like we the last emcees on the whole planet

We seen this from the Paq town to Venice, time to panic



[Chorus]



[Defari]

Lift your glass if you from L.A

This one compliments to E-Swift

Let me do my thang

As a 3-1-0 king, 3-2-3 star

The 8-1-8 ambassador

The 2-1-3 legend, 5-6-2 I thought you knew

The 7-1-4, open your door, give me some more

Even the 9-0-9 can get a piece of this rhyme

And when I push from Diego to Oaktown I use the "5"

I'm a live southern section nigga, all L.A. fabulous

For those who don't know what that mean, that mean I'm from Los Angeles

It's scandalous how niggaz don't hesitate - to claim the glory of L.A

But really they be from another state

Seee ME, I'm a true born Golden State nigga

UCLA Hospital born nigga

Four extra large Pico lowlands nigga

And hit after hit, well shit we gettin' figgas

I'm stone colder, grown older

Look around the lands and my man you'll find a new breed of soldiers

So them old days is over, y'all relic niggaz finished

I'ma put that on my business, J-Ro is my witness when I -



[Chorus: w/ variations]