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   Kid?!! I'm old enough to be your uncle, heh   Anyway, where the BUD at?   Sorry we do not drink!   What the hell you talkin bout we don't drink   I mean the chronic   Oh you wanna smoke a L or sumthin?   An L? Fuck is that?   Man, word   Nathin   Who the fuck is Nate, tell him   It's Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true...      Chorus:      From city to city, coast II coast   Friday night is the night they like to party the most   And there's so many niggaz on the planet left to rock yo   don't be surprised when we rappin on your block      From city to city, coast II coast   Friday night is the night they like to party the most   To all the hoses and all the third-leggers   We comin old school like biscuits and Kreggers      Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash      Yo, first they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby   But I'm just a nigga kickin me shit like Reggie Roby   My name ain't Toby call me J-to the   Talk on my cellular telly got a belly like Buddah   I ain't Barry Gordy's son but I Rock(s)well   When I eat Jamaican food I get the ox tail   Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us   I should kick my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris      I jump out the bushes and ambush your crew   Push you and moosh you like a bitch, what you wanna do   It's round two nigga I'm showin no love   It's like a heavyweight match, but without the gloves   You just can't rock a show, you're too quick to fatigue   I think you ain't busy since Red was in seas   You need to put a little more thought into your writin   Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened      So stop biting what your mouth can't chew   A nova eat you but my DJ flow better than you   But when I go to set it call the closest paramedic   Cause you faker than that motherfuckin jewelry that's cosmetic   So hold on to your seats while I rock these beats   Cause these are just the repeats of our amazing feats   Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like world records   So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected   And we O... 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