[Intro: Ice Cube]

Title's n themes, and %#@!

YaknowhatI'msayin? Just let this mother$#&@er come on
(yeah let's do this) And be fresh, like I am
(serious ^!$$%?)


[Verse One: Ice Cube]


I wish I was in high school
So I could $#&@ young (*##$es 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, (*##$

... it's on like a !@$^o
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
#~!!@ fatter than the insane (*##$ that's singing

at the end of the game
Fumble more !@%$ than Thurmond, Thomas, I'm as
great man as eight man, and Emmitt Smith

I got the gift to hit it swift
So (*##$ 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 @@#! 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 $#&@ 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 (*##$es 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 $#&@ers 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 ^!$$%z get paid and wanna cracker like Polly
But Levels-N-Service, you know what's up

And ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z love the way I'm reactin to the beat
It sounds sweet, I skate you to the street
And I make service, so ^!$$%z get nervous


got levels-n-service [x3]