Intro: From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most (We came, to rock, for everybody) From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all) Friday night is the night they like to party the most
Verse One: Tash
(From city to city, coast II coast) I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like [walkie talkies] So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee Off the hook with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio (Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles So nod to the oddness as the story gets told While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses I bust my shit and peel! Grab my wheels of steel If y'all niggaz can't feel me than y'all niggaz ain't real I hit so hard the WBC Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute (Now the party didn't start) Till the Liks walked in it
Chorus:
From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y'all
From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all (from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right y'all
Verse Two: J-Ro
Yeah... check out my Ro-gram Since I was a kid I got darker I write rhymes so phat I need a marker My style gets bit like Peter Parker If imitation is the greatest form of flattery... ...punk don't flatter me I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells You never even heard Rock the Bells My cash flows, like a bloody nose It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where I'm eatin Your style is like *do Do DOO* out of service The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC's be gettin nervous I never take falls, I got more balls than pre-hauls I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws Never ever find the fool that stole my brew (I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty things to you) Don't lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me If you choose the real shit you can't refuse me Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp And I, could, just, go, all, the, way On Friday
Interlude:
Yo whassup baby!!! Yo wasn't that your nigga there performin? Nah nah that wasn't him Yo it was mad niggaz in that piece yo What? What was they mad about? ...Yo kid
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