Текст, перевод и аккорды “Handle It”
- [Intro/Chorus: Tha Alkaoliks] Mmm, aiyyo gimme that microphone and I'ma handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it Alkaholiks in this bitch about to handle it Pass that weed lil' mama I can handle it Back that ass up beeitch I can handle it Pass my drink lil' nigga I can handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it It's Likwit crew nigga, we straight from Los Angeles [Tash] It's the L, the I, the K, the S's We still the West's freshest cause we started from the essence Look ma no hands, they gave us microphone stands So I can stand with two bottles while I dance with the fans Dance with me, press against me, cause I'm reachin out grab it Slappin asses cause CaTashtrophe's an Alkie chick magnet I'm a beauty pageant judge with a glass full of buds It's 1:59 they're tryin to shut down the club Last call for alcohol unless you meet us at the after hours Pull up to the front, yeah baby girl, the house is ours Don't bug, spillin shit on my rug I'm a Rollo with a motto, safe sex - soft drugs Thugs in my mansion askin why the fuck is candles lit I'm about to kick these niggaz out but I can handle it The superfly vandal standin with the guns and ammo If you scary change the channel (y'all niggaz fuckin up my shit) Handle bus-i-ness appropriate, we L.A. street associates I'm tryin to have some fun but peep this bullshit I'm copin with Niggaz with guns got they, eyes on my funds I cain't, walk out my door y'all might, pop me and run Don't trip cause my pump made 'em run like Forrest Gump Now it's back to the bitches, the bottles and the bumps Pumpin up the sounds cause that's how we do But we still partyin at 5 and L.A. closed at 2 [Chorus] without last line "Hell motherfuckin..." [J-Ro] Yo the bass is in the place, sho' nuff shrugged your face Like R. Kelly gettin sprayed with a can of mace Girls get freaky to the fonky beat bumpin Which one of y'all down, cause I'm tryin to beat somethin We hold down the city, they call us the drunk flowers If your girl from L.A., she probably already know us So "Braniac dum-dums, bust the scientifical" We much more than typical, bust flows like a pistol The words I spit, are more dangerous than a bullet Make the wrong move, I'm on your neck like a mullet Big dog style, we Rottweiler pitbull it Smoke a bleezy with a breezy if she ain't scared to pull it Y'all women used to want us to just love and hold ya Now you C-walkin talkin 'bout you need a soldier I send this missile in ya I destroy and dismantle it J-Ro in this bitch and you know I'm 'bout to handle it [Chorus] [Outro] Ain't it krunk, this is Likwit MC's
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