[Intro: Xzibit sample, scratched by Tony Touch]

"From now and forever, it's the Likwit emcee"

"From now and forever, it's the Likwit emcee"

"From now and forever, it's the Likwit emcee"

"From now and forever, it's the Likwit emcee"

[Verse 1: 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 debonair

Time for me and mine, but for any kind, I can't care

Stormy weather, rain Likwit

Defari con Tony Toca, Tash, and Xzibit

Break necks, bounce with it when I spit it

Knockin' this jam is a form of calisthenics

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, Herut – he be the Sun

Always burnin, 'cause my job is never done

Run from one-time? I rather dump an AK

That's for all the black and brown that got carried away

To the morgue

When I look in the mirror, I see the Lord

[Q-Tip sample, scratched by Tony Touch]

"Oh my God"

[Verse 2: Tash]

Since niggas wanna set-trip

It's time to start the checklist

Tash the Likwit rhymer runnin' through your city reckless (What!)

Blame it on the Hennessy, we drink that shit for breakfast

My style be standin' out like my homie Tony's necklace

This is flawless rawness for ya ballers

Nah, fuck y'all – this is for all my drunken Alkaholiks

Nah, fuck dat – this is for my homie Tony Touch

I told ya, homeboy, we come through in the clutch

New York, L.A. – its not the same thing (Uh-uh!)

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

I'll you up so bad, Tony wouldn't wanna Touch ya

[Doug E. Fresh – scratched by Tony Touch, Tash]

"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

[Verse 3: Xzibit]

Lets get up close and personal – malicious, Sid Vicious

I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin' tonight

Rapper's Delight – cupid at the house, but ain't fuckin' it right

Got you 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' (Yeah!) and playin' the dozens (Yeah!!)

Pushin' and shovin', leads to gettin' socked and rolled up

Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up

Rappers act like they ain't gon' die (Yeah...)

Small fry, don't 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 pennys

Now we winnin' Grammy's and Emmy's

And party with the Henny and Rémy

Got a Big Bang Theory, nigga, keepin' it hot

Its the art versus the pros and cons of stacking a knot

[Outro: Tony Touch scratches, Xzibit]

"Let me..."

Tony Touch!

"Let me show some off my skills here"

"Say what?!"

"Alright" "Alright" "Alright"...

"Alright – that does it!!!"