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**h about to handle it Pa** that weed lil' mama I can handle it Back that a** up beeitch I can handle it Pa** my drink lil' n***a I can handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it It's Likwit crew n***a, 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 gla** 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 sh** on my rug I'm a Rollo with a motto, safe s** - soft d** Thugs in my mansion askin why the f** is candles lit I'm about to kick these n***az out but I can handle it The superfly vandal standin with the guns and ammo If you scary change the channel (y'all n***az f**in up my sh**) Handle bus-i-ness appropriate, we L.A. street a**ociates I'm tryin to have some fun but peep this bullsh** I'm copin with n***az 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**hes, 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 motherf**in..." (J-Ro) Yo the ba** 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 b**h and you know I'm 'bout to handle it (Chorus) (Outro) Ain't it krunk, this is Likwit MC's