Level-n-service

(feat. Ice Cube)

[Intro: Ice Cube]

Title's n themes, and shit

YaknowhatI'msayin? Just let this motherfucker come on

(yeah let's do this) And be fresh, like I am

(serious nigga?)

[Verse One: Ice Cube]

I wish I was in high school

So I could fuck young bitches like Anotha Level do

Let me hip you to my Lethal Injection

The black erec-tion, in your midsection

I have you walking through

Like Bowlegged Lou, heidi heidi hoe, bitch

... it's on like a porno

I got Different Strokes like Willis and Arnold

Now, Mr. Drummond see me coming but

Watch your wife, for my dick'll be running a patch like

Slick Rick, thought I saw a putty-tat

Pussy fatter than the insane bitch that's singing

at the end of the game

Fumble more titties than Thurmond, Thomas, I'm as

great man as eight man, and Emmitt Smith

I got the gift to hit it swift

So bitch you need a lift and I'm out

[Verse Two:]

Well how can one young black mack unpack

papes in mad stacks with no gat? I'm cool like that

...and then some

I got styles in my files so I lend some, to the needy

You get up, kid, but you get hit up like graffiti

Yo this the A-L rhymes that we say well

So ease up, don't freeze up or get nervous

Cuz if you do loc got Levels-N-Service

So cock back and top that

I wear a top hat, I'm at the top cuz I'm all that

And extra adverbs, they're the kind you couldn't fuck with

I got my style and I'm stuck with it

got levels-n-service [x2]

[Verse Three: Bambino]

I down a brew, then I check one two it

And tellin bitches bend over, cuz you know how we do it

In the W-E-S-T the best nothin less see

Smooth adolescent, anti-depressant Bambino

Suckaz, don't make me angry

Knockin fuckers out, when my Tanqueray's tangy

But I'm a playa, pullin Berry's like Holly

I freak hoes, and freak flows, with no follies

Like the proper brown eps, we're body

See most niggaz get paid and wanna cracker like Polly

But Levels-N-Service, you know what's up

And niggaz probably think I'm crazy cuz I'm bustin like a nut

got levels-n-service

[Verse Four:]

The pressure is on, I combine and come bust rhymes

In thousands of shows and still have Miller time

I speed it up, I slow it dowwwwn

I max, I smoke a pound

So sit back, and listen to me lyrically

come all over the track, I fake the wack

Fly honies I attract

Niggaz know not to act up, dips be on my tip

so much I tell em back up

But don't say nothin, just listen

I'm not on a mission, a wack MC dissing

I'm just here to present the rep of my group

We gots flavor, styles by the miles hoes and flows too

I'm tough actin like Tinactin for the feet

My niggaz love the way I'm reactin to the beat

It sounds sweet, I skate you to the street

And I make service, so niggaz get nervous

got levels-n-service [x3]