Priority Records - Level-N-Service lyrics

Intro: Ice Cube Title's n themes, and sh** YaknowhatI'msayin? Just let this motherf**er come on (yeah let's do this) And be fresh, like I am (serious n***a?) Verse One: Ice Cube I wish I was in high school So I could f** young b**hes 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, b**h ... it's on like a p**no 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 p**y fatter than the insane b**h 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 b**h 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 co*k back and top that I wear a top hat, I'm at the top cuz I'm all that And extra napkins, Eric Clapton couldn't f** wit it I got my style and I'm stuck with it Got levels-n-service (2X) Verse Three: Bambino I down a brew, then I check one two it And tellin b**hes bend over, cuz you know how we do it In the Dub-E-S-T the best nothin less see Smooth adolescent, anti-depressant Bambino s**az, don't make me angry Knockin f**ers out, when my Tanqueray's tangy But I'm a playa, pullin Berry's like Halle I freak hoes, and freak flows, with no follies Like the proper brown eps, we're body See most n***as get paid and wanna cracker like Polly But Levels-N-Service, you know what's up And n***as 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 honeys I attract n***as 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 n***as love the way I'm reactin to the beat It sounds sweet, I stay true to the street And I make service, so n***as get nervous Got levels-n-service (3X)