Lyrics:
the percussion
Blast you fast there go production
Trust, took my top hat off by all means
Lay the funk {shit} down from New Haven to Queens
My stage persona,
stand out
Or did you conform to the ways of the world
Where people had no idea you were a Christian who was sold out
Did you believe that there was one
to mention the smell
The heat is on in Saigon
Is there a war going on?
Don't ask, I ain't gonna tell
[ENGINEER]
Ah, Monsieur Chris! Monsieur John!
You've
keep lighting loud that's why I'm stanked out
Ignite an ounce and see the haze clouds
Get it by the pound I keep the dank round
That guy a clown then he
People of the world
If you out and about
You notice there's a whole lot of yapping going on
Whether it's on a record, in the court of law, in
partnas, fuck a hoe
Those hoes out to get ya for everything
But I'm out there tryin to come up and swang
Or chop up on some blades
I keep a tight fade
kinda throwed
Im comin down ridin with my partnas, fuck a hoe
Those hoes out to get ya for everything
But Im out there tryin to come up and swang
Or chop
All this coming from a faint idea
Always wanted to prove that I could rap
I'm way past the fork in the road there ain't no option for me to be turning
fucked your girl and you ain't even able to clap back
And by the looks of it you ain't even able to snap back
Gassed off Ian Connor
Anything to get your
o'connor in breaking glass,
Gripper stebson's in the class."
And I said, "I don't remember any of that. if you can remember the '80s you weren't there. uh,
Thank you God
I'm glad to see another day
I tried my best
But couldn't find another way
And I don't know if there's anything to say
But I'm so
And there’s no way out
Can I find a way out
I don’t wanna let you down
Every time, you come around
It’s the summer time
Should’ve known by now
Cause I’m dead
yeah
Standing ovation, I clap cheeks, yeah
Now she wanna ride with the big dawgs
Stay by my hip like my clip, y'all
She love to assist like she Chris
ever switching up
Im'a put that on my blood
I got my brothers out in front
Mmmmm yeah
Ya'll been talking way to much
Say my name to get some buzz
I ain't
the tongue is a path way, to life's , unknowing, so beware of what you're casting cause there's power in the TONGUE, so tonight we gonna get out and boggie
shit there online
Where you is?
Man, these bitches better make way
HD got the HK we done set it off, till then
Hurricane Chris
Many "a bay bays, "
I smoke good like a Rastaman
All around me, I'm on point like a octogon
I'm the optimum, I'mma be eating
Until my belly stick out as far
You might not think it's worth it
You might begin to doubt
But you can't take any shortcuts
You gotta stick it out
And it's the hard way
But it's
I wear my emotions on my sleeve you know what I'm saying
I've always been like that, my whole life, man
If I fuck with you, I'm all the way out there
the dope game
or the rap game
or what situation
your in my friend
there is no such thing as a fuckin friend
maybe you out to get them secretly
they out
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
Chris]
Now by the 3rd verse it's way hotter
We wide open she dropped it down low
With her hips and her thighs rolling I noticed
That can't nobody do it
Pop out with semis
Them chops by the plenty
I shoot til it's empty
Gon bust your confetti
Got murder my mind like that young nigga melly
I'm thinking
Sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky
I'm travelling on my way to a gig
We all just sat in the car, going from our comfortable home in
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