- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Johnson
 - Duane A. Jr./smith
 - Rico/joiner
 - Alvin/spivey
 - George L.
 
- See also:
 
Xzibit - Likwit Rhyming lyrics
[xzibit]
 From now and forever it's the likwit emcee
"from now and forever it's the likwit emcee" -scratched by tony touch
 [defari]
 Danger danger, wild west ranger ranger
 Rearrange'a the mark ass stranger
 Behold, the look on my face stone cold
 With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
 I'm the golden state bear with a rough flare, plus debanare
 Time for me and mine, but for any kind I can't care
 Stormy weather rain liquid
 Defari con tony toca, tash, and xzibit
 Break necks bounce with it when I spit it
 Knockin this jam is a form of calastenics
 Let it knock when you mashin down the block
 Rims spank with the car wash
 Watch the bitches stop
 An look, always stay five steps ahead
 Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed
 Dead to the world but ? hayru? he be the sun
 Always burnin, ''cause my job is never done
 Run from one time I rather dump an ak
 Thats for all the black and brown that got carried away
 To the morg, when I look in the mirror I see the lord
"oh my god" -scratched by tt
 [tash]
 Since niggas wanna set trip
 It's time to start the checklist
 Tash the likwit rhymer runnin through your city reckless
 Blame it on the hennisey, we drink that shit for breakfast
 My style be standin out like my homie tony's necklace
 This is flawless raw'less for ya ballers
 Nah, fuck y'all, this is for all my drunken alcoholiks
 Nah, fuck dat, this is for my homie tony touch
 I told ya homeboy we come through in the clutch
 New york, l.a. it's not the same thingXzibit - Likwit Rhyming - http://motolyrics.com/xzibit/likwit-rhyming-lyrics.html
 Y'all niggas rob, out here we gangbang
 Guns to the ammo, niggas think they rambo
Standin on the corner with they khakis and they flannel
 Dang yo' flow sound just like d's
 Who wanna battle three g's for t's
 Please, read it off the lips of the alki-bumrusher
 Fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya
 Say what? 
 Say what? 
 Say what? 
 Say what? 
 Say what? 
 Say what? 
 I'll fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya
 Say what? 
 I'll fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya
 [xzibit]
 Lets get upclose and personal, malicious, sid vicious
 I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin tonight
 Rapper's delight, keep it at the house but ain't fuckin it right
 Got'choo stuck in the headlights, can't move
 Impact is all of the sudden, vehicular homicide
 But I ain't stoppin for nothin
 Me and my cousin, strong buzzin, and playin a dozen
 Pushin and shovin', leads to gettin sucked and rolled up
 Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up
 Rappers act like they ain't gon' die for small fry
 Try to reply, don't touch what you ain't gon' buy
 I ain't gon' lie, motherfucker love to get high
 Barely get by with scraps and pennies
 Now we winnin grammy's and emmy's
 And party with the henni and remi
 Got a big bang theory nigga keepin it hot
 Its the art versus ? ? ? or not
 [scratched by tt]
 "let me show some off me skills here"
 "alright....that does it"








