bust this
 You got a bad name like Dick Butkus
 Welcome to the next level, of rhyme flowin
 Scratchin, hookin up beats, and hoe catchin
 Everytime I come home, I got fifty messages
 I only call back the girls with big big breasteses
 Ooh, I got bitties, in all the major cities
 The safest way to have sex is right between her (tittes)
 I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin on a phillie
 She started actin silly, so I popped her like a willie
 I'm like Kukamunga, 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 rock the mic from London to the Mohabi
 Tash Diamond D and the Ro to the J
 Amazing feats happen when we come out to play
 Chorus:
 We about to take you to the next level
 Reachin new plateaus when it comes to rhyme flows
 We about to take you to the next level (the L, I, K, S)
 The crew from out West that always rocks fresh
 Verse Two: Diamond D
 Out the funk bag of tricks
 Just for kicks, I represent with the Liks
 So here's the vicks, I'm hittin harder than a brick
 Tricks get slick, and face the dick real quick
 You better recognize, adjust your bifocals
 Your style is local, I sit on beats in Acupulco
 I put words together like Peter Jennings
 And skate on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming
 So woah to those who owe
 From one oh four five six to nine oh two one oh
 I'm sippin on pina colada
 Two blocks off La Seneca, at the Ramada
 But hold up, I'm not done yet
 I get hard like the perm pimps wear on Sunset
 So recoginize when you feel it
 DITC, you can't steal it, aight
 Chorus
 Verse Three: Tash, E-Swift
 For all my niggaroles, niggetes, broke niggaz wit big gats
 You see our silouhettes but yo who the fuck is it
 If you recognize the freshness of the crew that rocks the party
 [Gots to roll deep] cause niggaz can't trust nobody
 Guess what, you win a token on the next day smokin
 to the next level of rap that'll get the party open
 Cause nineteen ninety-five is the year we overdo it
 With the house party beats and the flowin like fluid
 Cause ain't nothin to do but to rock that shit and print it
 But it's all about the loot so every move is documented
 And vented, by the man born for lyric kickin
 Coolin out with your broads eatin sweet and sour chicken
 Exceed and be the limit if the tab's on you
 I get drunk and reminesce about the shit I used to do
 We used ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby
 Me, Mike D, and my beatbox Robby
 Sendin kids back to the lab for more practice
 The only way they'd win, if we battled to see 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, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
 It's the, liquid flows that we spillin on ya
 Broadcastin live from Southern California, and we out
 Chorus
 Outro: Tash
 Hazzai in the hiddouse
 E-Swift in the house, J-Ro house
 Like that, a datta ta dat a like that
 Rock that, Tash in the house, ha hah keep it old school
 A like that that diggey da dat dat dat
 like that that diggedy da dat dat dat
 Hizzai in the house
 You know what time it is with the L-I-K's
 We keep the chemistry simple
 Beats, cuts, and flows
 For all y'all niggaroles
 And all y'all hoes that like that real real real