Lyrics:
smell stress can’t hide that with febreeze
Sitting in someone’s chair will never get you a seat
Please don’t bro me ever again
Don’t lie to circles
they'll all come out missin'
You can't fuck with this here kid I ain't bitchin'
[Chorus: x12]
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
supposed to do to get by
Did I lose everything I need to survive
'Cause its 4 a.m. and the sweat sets in
Did you get my message, did it send
Or did you
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
to send an Uber
My new bitch wanna get pieces made from my jeweler
Drive-by's with Rugers, twenty racks for the shooter
The FBI heard I can make cocaine
Dangerous
Dangerous
Get up on your feet
I'll make you jump kris kross
Catch you after dark you aint gon run away no
Left right right left up down
You get
Yeah, it's coming to get me
You're under my skin
No, I can't let you go
You're a part of me now
Caught by the taste of your kiss
And I don't want
You turn your head each time I meet you on the street
I brush your arm as you pass by but you won't speak
I call you on the telephone but can't get
For us to spend this evening close together, yeah
Deep in the night
We're holding on to someone else's dream
Girl, can't you see?
We need some
I never came to the beach or stood by the ocean
I never sat by the shore under the sun with my feet in the sand
But you brought me here and I'm
start to fade
With the April rain
Through the summer days
'Til autumn's leaves are gone
I get by without you
'Til the snow begins to fall
And then
Shits gone Kris Kross but this not Hip Hop
Whole world on TikTok I only ever click on
the one where the chicks hot with the big tits thats my bitch
tempo. Hit em with da combo
You can call me John Doe. Get it? Get dough!
I can make a dope song even with a banjo
Uhh! Baby imma Lead by Example
You can
Tryna fight for this mic and
They can't ignore me
The up downs and in my town
Had to duck rounds - stressful
For the limelight get your mind right
When
you it's got nothing
To do with you why can't you see
But there's a difference in
Our music you've
Got yours but mine's got me
I stay up day and night
And the thought of you, baby
Layin' there with somebody else
But by the end of the week, I'll be over
Dealin' with ya, goodbye sober
Friday night I get
settle for a hundred grand
Not enough I call your bluff, hit you with the stuff
Deal with this and think you're tough, gimme a call when things get rough
get back to what we call hip hop
And what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock
How many Mc's must get dissed
Before somebody says, "Don't fuck with Kris
settle for a hundred grand
Not enough I call your bluff, hit you with the stuff
Deal with this and think you're tough, gimme a call when things get rough
voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance
you hoes
But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it
'Cause you know I don't love 'em
Woo! Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
face,
But they'll get theirs eventually,
And I hope I'm there.
Surrounded by familiar faces with no names.
None of them know me
Or want to share my
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