Intro: Tash

Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!
Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!
Who we got, we got, we got
We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks
Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five
MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like
MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five
MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live

Verse One:

MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin
They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in
YOu're not a true hip-hop person
Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions
I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group
With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop
You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone
Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones
You're rootin and tootin but ain't did
Green Light lyrics

[Jay-Z]
Who da fuck can stop us niggaz, it's gangsta niggaz
It's gangsta! Woo! It's gangsta nigga!
All g-g-gangsta nigga, uhh!

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[J] You got the green light to drag your motherfuckin mink
[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[J] Throw your pinkie ring high in the motherfuckin air
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[J] Drop your top, c'mon!
 no shootin
while the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch
Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill
To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal
Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns
while MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom
I got em, left without no watchers
While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption
I rock loaded, I never get promoted
But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted
While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted
I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded
But no exucses, I still get the loosest
When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this
So back the fuck up like we told you last time
Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes

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We can do out thing (we can do our thin
Go Frenzal Go lyrics

He's not very fast but he's a racing machine
Often comes in last and he's not very clean
Very rarely wins but sometimes gets a place
Not exactly healthy but at least he's in the race
Coming up the inside or bringing up the rear
Always hope it rains 'cause then he's in the clear
We never fix races but I could be wrong
So always put your money on Frenzal Rhomb

Gambling is a curse but it
), bottoms up!

Verse Two: J-Ro

I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights
Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states
Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who
De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)
Now it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way
Bay-bee, bay-bee
WIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?
Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang
I bring it all the way back, like a punk return
I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns
The only MC I like is Amante
I was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie
Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG
When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome
Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer
higher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire
Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop
Drop the track, now watch it flow back t
Afterall lyrics

saw you on the tv
but that's not how i remember
know that you can't see me in there
tell me about the big screen
is it what you remember
did you want to mean something back there
you're so beautiful
you're still so beautiful
and you're gonna make it
you're gonna make it after all
was it all that you had dreamed
cause i was so much younger
tell me what you're feeling in there
you're so beaut
 the top
I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U
And you know what we came to do, bottoms up!

Chorus

Verse Three: King Tee

When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in
The advertisement, and that nigga's bent
Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call
Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage
Teela's got a brand new gauge
So Make Room, for the crew with beats that
I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress
A mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause
Uhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer
Choppin up MC's with they mama
Ah-hah!  Oops I made a funny with the dozens
The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins
Super Nigga's comin!  Faster than a bullet
Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children
And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease
Tash I'm up out this piece

Chorus (repeat until fades)