Lyrics:
got hit on site
I make dodos chill on kites
Foes get shit on
Brand new fit
Got my face sit on
Cat got bit on
Dick got spit on it
Nice
Broken soul just
you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught
lean, might catch a sleep attack
I don't love these bitches I cannot get deep attached
I from the Nolia 1800 block, I'm from the bottom
I ain't got
that, uh
Kid in the business winnin', and they mad
I'm on a new level, call me A$AP
Snakes always gonna reach for the dap
They want you to put their name
event, I'll catch em by surprise
Inner city new kid, Damir on the rise
So what's new, Kid D's breaking through
One two, one two
[Chorus: Kid D's]
I jump
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents
'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
perfect kids
In a too perfect world
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
get money through gifts
They suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash
Or ride a brother good to put a foot up on the gas
So that brand new ride
and I know where I'm from
You hear LOX in your ear
Yeah, we at the airport out
D-Block, from the block where everybody Air Forced out
With a new white
Who is that new kid, too sick, with the skin whiter than cool whip
Actin like he hard with the bars but really he be skinny like a toothpick
I don't
and scratch it
Classic, this kid got his craft mastered
Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic
Spin it back and forth and grab it
And know just where
the valley, kids in the valley aye
I'm servin' I'm choppin new shit and it's boppin
This shit the finale aye
Kids in the valley, kids in the valley, kids in
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
where blocks get shot down
If you get too defensive you get locked down
All 12 refs
The get them from uptown
Told
That pickup games
Are just another place
Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out
I'm
A lotta kids are slidin', just ridin' on the wave
Yo, all these niggas think they hard when they think they all a dat
They think they all a dat, they
So an L never new to me
Fell into the foolery
Your favorite rapper in the back
Well move let the students see
I can tell it's all an act
I can
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