Lyrics:
rhymes equal actual life
Its the true essence in ebony, trace your record-sales G
Somethings are pure luck, other things are meant to be
I bet they'll
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
hot, Make em jump like it's Kris Kross
I been stuntin on them rappers call it apple sauce
And everything a lesson homie learn to take a loss
I'm not
Minded)
(Yea) "So here we goooooo"
Criminal minded, you been blinded
By the ice and the way rappers shinin
K-R-S, that's how I sign it
God knows I try
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pump
I make you want to jump like Kris Kross
(Beatnuts gonna blow up!) Slow down on that Crazy Horse
My hand's
Look like I don't take a loss
She dance on the dick, do the floss
Money big Rick Ross
Make 'em jump Kris Kross
Polo fittin' lacrosse
Got me drippin' hot
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga true that
You in my way, move that, Truck coming
y'all
And ain't no need for no debate y'all
I crisscross like Kris Kross, I'm inevitable
Wanna see me on XXL Eligible, for freshman class
But listen I
I'm jumping in like Kris Kross
Rapping like a boss
Like my given name is Ricky, take a rosé for the road
It's Ludacris, the rappers doing it, I throw
new jack? Who dat?
Got his chest blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth
Nigga true that you in my way, move that
Truck coming through that
Run
one way, they make you love another
Kris Kross they ass backwards, they turned on the best ever (Yeah)
Love a get you killed, I seen it reveal (I saw
lost and
The way I get it bumpin make you jump, Kris Kross em
Sickening, damn the verses leavin' em nauseas
Chan on the beat, big thumper
They bend
with the pitch fork
Don't be the one to get me pissed off
I'm knocking everybody on the list off
The world is backwards like Kris Kross
A lot of phony
up in
The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
For so very long
But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on
With the K to the K
friend
When they get here, nothing left to defend
Even if he arrives, he's doomed by his past
No way to forgive the trauma too vast
Quarry
I'm on my way down to Latin Quarter to find two
more freaks...
Kris: Word...
[Super Sperm]
Chorus: repeat 2X
Scott LaRock had em all
you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon' be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin' banks
I'm a fiend for
Sweet Baby, (Yeah)
Sweet Darling, (Yeah)
I Love You, (Yeah)
Forever , (Yeah)
And I love her like no other
Met her in the 80’s introduced by my
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
the street, holla, "What's up Doc?"
I got a Bugs Bunny chain with a matchin' watch
I make y'all jump like Kris Kross, bounce like Bow
I'm the next
to live mine umm right now
This is the way I think it should be you know
For those of y'all that don't know I'm off Universal
I finally got away from all
up the ball and the chain
Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way
Ayy, they been inflicted by this off top
On top of the injured list, sit
like kris-kross nigga
She just wanna smoke with a nigga
Drink with a nigga vibe with a
Live with a nigga laugh with a nigga
She just wanna hang with
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