The Next Level (Rerecorded)

Lyrics

[Intro: J-Ro, E-Swift] Welcome to the next level Must be the brew that I was sippin' Tha L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh? Must be the brew that I was sippin' Welcome to the next level [Verse 1: J-Ro] You's a nigga everybody diss 'cause you can't bust this You got a bad name like Dick Butt-kiss Welcome to the next level, of rhyme flowin' Scratchin', hookin' up beats, and ho-catchin' Every time I come home I got fifty messages I only call back the girls with big big breasteses I got bitties in all the major cities The safest way to have sex is right between the (titties) I knew this fillie from Philly, we was puffin' on a Phillie She started actin' silly, so I popped her like a wheelie I'm like Cucamonga, 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 Rock the mic from London to the Mojave Tash, Diamond D, and the Ro to the J Amazing feats happen when we come out to play [Break: E-Swift, J-Ro] Must be the brew that I was sippin' Welcome to the next level Tha L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh Welcome to the next level of rhyme flowin' Tha L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh [Instrumental Break] [Break: E-Swift, J-Ro] Tha L-I-K-S Must be the brew that I was sippin' Welcome to the next level Tha L-I-K-S Wel-, wel-, welcome to the next level Tha L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh? [Verse 2: Tash] For all my niggas in the places with blunts in they faces Off the two turntables with the Anvil cases It's Tha L-I-K's that blaze and amaze that Gots to roll deep in these crazy-ass days But the Alkaholik rhymer, King Tee and Diamond D Got the gats pointed at ya like Richard Roundtree 'Cause 1994 is the year we overdo it With the house party beats and flowin' like fluid 'Cause ain't nothin' to it but to do that shit and print it But it's all about the loot so every move is documented Invented by the man born for lyric kickin' Coolin' out with your bitch eatin' sweet and sour chicken [Verse 3: E-Swift] Exceeding Visa limits if the tab's on you I get drunk and reminisce about the shit I used to do We used to take out crews as a hobby after school 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 Tha L-(L)-I-(I)-K-(K)-S-(S) What makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh? (Must be the brew that I was sippin') It's the Likwit flow that we spillin' on ya Broadcastin' live from Southern California, and we out [Outro: E-Swift, J-Ro] Welcome to the next level Tha L-I-K-S Must be the brew that I was sippin' Welcome to the next level Tha L-I-K-S Wel-, wel- Must be the brew that I was sippin' Welcome to the next level of rhyme flowin' Tha L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh? Must be the brew that I was sippin' Must be the brew