J-Ro - Over Here lyrics

I make this sh** look easy n***a Y'know? Yeah, uhh, look [Tash] I make this rap sh** look easy so f** a rocket scientist Just tables and a mic and Tash'll rock them old appliances Alliances was formed in California, swarmin The West coast is back so it's finally dawnin on 'em The West coast ain't went nowhere but up the street To get a half ounce of kush, a couple b**hes and the heat Freaky-Ric(k)y be the system, cause my style is extra popular Your girl think it's s**y when I'm drinkin beer on top of her Crazy as a baby but the grown CaTash get it J-Ro and King Tee we represent the click Likwit I would fix it if it's broke but we far from broke homey Above the law so the cops can't plant no coke on me Only way to stop CaTash is, jump out the bushes Or snipe me through a window while I put away the dishes But that'll never happen, I'mma dyin at this rappin You won't make it to your car before the straps start to clappin [Hook: all samples quoted are Beastie Boys] You know how we get down ("Kick it over here") We show no fear, that's how we ("Kick it over here") You might wanna visit and ("Kick it over here") But then you disappear, cause it's amped over here Yeah, that's just how we do it round here You might wanna show up and ("Kick it over here") West coast 'bout to blow up, you scared call the cops All hell breaks loose when we ("Mmmm, DROP!") [King Tee] I drove in with a few rowdy friends, new body Benz King Jaffe ends, my rims don't spin I'm the type of n***a had it poppin in the pen You the type of n***a I was sockin in the chin But look I bought the bar then, 'gnac and gin Gran Marnier, n***a mixed with Henn The King ain't trippin cause I just don't grin My crew ain't snitchin dog, they just don't bend So, don't stress, doja, straight to the chest Now hold it, get loaded I'm the bomb young stunna, that old new old school dude 88, fin' to "Act a Fool" And your boy been ballin, n***a been brawlin n***a been haulin, n***a been lordin Terrorize set by section, Tha Liks'll make a k**in They mention King Tee's in the building? [Hook] [J-Ro] Alkaholiks hold the title, real American Idols No chance for survival for the Likwit rivals Lookin at my timepiece, it's about to hit noon And I just kicked a dimepiece up outta my room And it's been a couple minutes and I'm gettin lonely I need another Cali-rony who only smokes the stony Green like green tea, I sip the Likwit Alkaholiks in the house, y'all punks evicted Go get folded up like the cuff in my jeans Ever since I was a teen, I made music for the fiends Y'all make music for the mentally lean In the land of the blind, the one-eyes man is king J-Ro flow is tropical, scientifical, topical I read a whole novel while I'm puffin an optimo California carnivore, wild as a wild boar We'll do an album, pick a tour, while you hangin at the liquor store [Hook]