Tha Alkaholiks Handle It Lyrics

[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 b____ about to handle it
Pass that weed lil' mama I can handle it
Back that a__ up beeitch I can handle it
Pass my drink lil' n____ I can handle it
Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it
It's Likwit crew n____, 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 a__es 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 s___ on my rug
I'm a Rollo with a motto, safe s__ - soft drugs
Thugs in my mansion askin why the f___ is candles lit
I'm about to kick these n____z out but I can handle it
The superfly vandal standin with the guns and ammo
If you scary change the channel (y'all n____z f___in up my s___)
Handle bus-i-ness appropriate, we L.A. street a__ociates
I'm tryin to have some fun but peep this bullshit I'm copin with
n____z 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 b____es, the bottles and the b__ps
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 m_________in..."

[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 b__pin
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 b____ and you know I'm 'bout to handle it

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Ain't it krunk, this is Likwit MC's