Lyrics:
[Featuring Bun be Of UGK]
[EightBall]
Check 1 2
Check 1 2 baby yeah uh
1 2 1 2 microphone check 2
somebody better tells
Put your mother fucking phone down
Listen to the microphone sound
Full crowd and we did it for the home town
Stand ground pay attention to the here
God blesses the child that can hold its own
My only weapon now
Is the microphone
Manifesting a style
While providing you poems
Pumping mental muscle
eternal soul
We go bar for bar, we go toe to toe
So he walked up to the
One that they call Crypt
And put a gold microphone to
His lips and he said
I bet
I've prayed to the lord for these times I demolish the microphone
Shootin' goals like Ronaldo
Trade out the broke fits rotate everyday wear
With that
Gwan put on your dancing shoes
Gwan put on your dancing shoes
I always get by, always manage
Used to spit grime on old skool garage
Hip-Hop i damage,
vibes throwing me off
I had to go off by myself to clear my mind
And beat my meat off
But the beat was never off-beat
Hyper like some coffee
Hotter than
eternal soul
We go bar-for-bar, we go toe-to-toe
So he walked up to the one that they call Crypt
And put a gold microphone to his lips and he said
I bet you
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya
Off your feet with
on the microphone and get cut up
Talk about how your records went double platinum
With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them
So you got paid, take the money you've made
Pick up your microphones ha ha
Pick up your microphones
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many
to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go down
Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your microphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's about
We
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
MICROPHONE KILLAH KILLAH
(KILLAH KILLAH!)
NORTH COAST KILLAH KILLAH
(KILLAH KILLAH!)
STONE COLD KILLAH KILLAH
(KILLAH KILLAH!)
DANCE FLOOR KILLAH KILLAH
me.
Ill lead through and dominate this microphone I speak through
I'm writing for the people, bite it if you need to
I can see through and see
Kill, billz, but da problem is ya ain't got no style
I've rocked da microphone since I was a little child 1998 Cappuccino
Ill connection, right right
Riding round the city with a 98 baby
Told me she in love, I said "damnnn, that's crazy"
Said she wanna slide for the night
So imma let her slide for
mine![02:29.98]Do you believe you're possessed by Satan?[02:33.69]I don't know[02:35.18]Are you fucking blind?[02:37.50]If she believes this Christian
Born in 94
Come 98
I was climbing rock walls
Reaching new heights
Right out the gate
Come 99
Turn of the century
There I am
Celebrating life on my
a little but baby please[00:20.98]Come on tell me baby do really fuck with me[00:23.07]Baby just pass the keys[00:24.81]I can take you to a place you haven't
penis
Nil by mouth, think she's had enough
Let me take her home I want some love
98 to 05
Oh let me take you
One brother on the net, one brother
bleep
Nil by mouth, think she's had enough
Let me take her home I want some love
98 to 05
Oh let me take you
One brother on the net, one brother
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