Lyrics:
bet I make birds sing it sounds that good
I'm so street and I'm so hood
And I'm intelligent and I'm special
And I'm heaven sent haha
When you think
me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he
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 a nimrod
And if you still
to tell'em hey Mr. DJ
Can you play my favorite song? (will you play my favorite?)
I heard it say it's gonna get better
We gon' make it out the hood someday
When I was crowned a mummy's boy by friends I didn't like
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bike
I used to sit between his legs,
dough like Pillsbury
"Tonight's The Night" like Kris Kross
So let's floss, I be in the midnight freaker tosser
Like saucer, puttin thangs down
Got
pants to back cause I'm feeling like kris Kross
She rub her hands on my chest and I'm yelling uh uhh
You know I'm down for whatever she said baby what you
[Jermaine Dupri]
Shhhhhhhhh
Kris Kross
95
Yeah
Verse 1: [MACK DADDY and DADDY MACK]
Who gotcha open, scopin out the track
It's no other than
I'm bumpin
Like Kris Kross in the 90s I'm jumpin
Three point shooter anywhere Klay Thompson
Eat it up good like I'm Finishin a dumplin
Watch what you
and started to rain
I tooted my horn for a passin' lane
The rainwater blowin' all under my hood
I know that I was doin' my motor good
Maybellene, why can't you
slower,
Dhikte nahi borders mujhay, all I see is hiphop,
Kar nahi sakta catch up tu scene say bring a dip sauce,
You aint my blood, karun hood mein may
why'all)
Be the words that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised
that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y.)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop
Wanna know what this sound like when I'm not on drugs?
Please please don't play this song r-r-r-r-right r-right r-right right right
Trynna get my
plant go get a satellite
I been untouchable since Chris Cross was Kris Kross
My wrist glossed my nickname is Kid Frost
I don't dance I don't rap for lip
JIGGA wit me hand on my nine, I take 'em wit me
Kris Kross ingo's wit me, trigga wit me
Here come the pain, go tell ya mom his nigga hit me
Because I
to get their lips locked
If you keep talking ima jump on you like Kris Kross
Jump
Jump
Jump
Getting higher
Fucking on a blonde bitch, Lizzie McGuire
the back full of beer
Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses
Catching every girls eye
As we roll on by
Horns on the hood
swirls up and then it dies
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look
man, bike pedaling
To the nature spot to taste the flavors they got
My eyes drop, I like it a lot
Yeah, my angel
I wanna turn up the sound
swirls up and then it dies
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look
a P-O-E-T
Teachin suckers like you about the I.C.U
And the KRS-One, sounds like arithmetic
Very psychological, why are you on the dick?
Well, my
the Jakes guard the door
My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
'Cause niggas main concern is CREAM
Some niggas in the jet black Gallant
the tip off, can't flip the switch off
Don't get the signal twisted like Kris Kross
We gon' push the mission to the limit, Rick Ross
Surrounded by so many
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