Lyrics:
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
a mindfuck
I'm the kind to design the crime
Bury them all in lime
Your shine's behind us
Stop you can do it all day
But you're not gonna pop
Me the crew
you're not gonna pop
Me the crew and all lay
In the box you were topping the charts
Look at the people not even jockin' your art
Why's that
Cause
My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, with them MLX's
I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN,
a album, I can never stress
Over a bitch, I'm too young for that
I took my father by the relationship
He said, don't even trip, just be honest with it
Just
squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred
by
Can you tell me why
Why everything gotta be about you?
Now you ain't getting love
And you see how much we do
This something we getting used to, damn
superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bitch
I feel like
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is
I'm scared of people(no)
Not true!
They makes me nervous (yes)
Its true
Depression and pain are (what)
My crew
But every my fan is in
My group
My life
Baby slide through, go ahead yeah bring your crew, Baby, stop trippin', yeah, it's me and you
I'm not in your past, don't care what you've been
going through
What's the use of showing you
Don't ask about the crew
I don't know what these niggas going through
I guess we all got personal problems
a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in
Witamy na parafii
AP always flexin'!
Scena to mój kościół, ze mną Kato, gdy gram w Mega
W polskim rapie BOR Crew to jak Alfa i Omega
Nie ma tutaj
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew
Swimming pool
I love making swimming pools
Whether it's on an enemy ship or ours
It is always cool
You're a fool
If you don't play by the rules
Yer
Black
But your album sound like you give
Your nuts for a plaque
You don't ride for the facts like um
Say Scarface
You don't know what you feel, y'all too
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
But the devil he can talk real loud (Yeah)
And my on decision I'm not proud (No)
But by the grace of God I'm here right now
Healthy and getting
the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin' "Damn Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
some influencers on TikTok, you bitch
I made a whole ass album, I worked hard on it
Fifteen tracks, we don't last fifteen seconds
We got A.D.D. and if
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