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 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 an' hold ya
 Now you C-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