Handle It Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' 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, bitch, 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 

It's the L, the I, the K, the Ss 

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 to 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 one fifty nine, 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 an' ammo 

If you scary change the channel, y'all niggaz fuckin' up my shit 

Handle business 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 can't walk out my door, y'all might pop me an' run 

Don't trip 'cause my pump made 'em run like Forrest Gump 

Now it's back to the bitches, the bottles an' the bumps 

Pumpin' up the sounds 'cause that's how we do 

But we still partyin' at 5 an' L.A. closed at 2 

Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' 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, bitch, I can handle it 

Pass my drink, lil' nigga, I can handle it 

Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it 

Hell, motherfuckin' 

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 funky 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 an' hold ya 

Now you C-walkin', talkin' 'bout you need a soldier 

I send this missile in yam I destroy an' dismantle it 

J-Ro in this bitch an' you know I'm 'bout to handle it 

Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' 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, bitch, 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 

Ain't it crunk? This is Likwit MCs