Lyrics:
hand side of the street
You hear piano played by Bessie Greene
Eat country spare ribs from
The chef's cuisine
Two blocks down, turn to the left
get high
I might wave hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
A-with the weave in your head like a mop?
You know I do this shit for free
Like smokin weed
I'm bout to count up all my cheese
I run the scene like Mr. Greene
I got the key I keep it G
Hit
you copy my style
See as we dey bump
We dey bump and grind
You be wey rey
Why you dey Jack my swag
See as we dey cruise
We dey run this town
You be wey
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Jekyll kto Mr Hide
Robię płytę mixtape i letni rajd
Robię rap robię bum robię szum
W aparacie ustaw sobie na mnie zoom
Powraca koszmar skurwiały sequel
Jak
stragglers talkin' 'bout they want to take me to war."
"What, yo son, wha'd you do?"
[Mr. Lif]
I ran behind some trees
Gave my lyrical trigger a squeeze
Five
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
Heh, heh!
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
Come on
1 2 1 2 uh uh
1 2 1 2
Mr. Meth and Doc
1 2 1 2
Uh uh 1 2 1 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1 2 1 2
Wa wa 1 2 1 2
Break your motha fuckin
on the roof
When it come down, your head will get hoof
Blud, you'll be missing more than one tooth
Skepta, live in the flesh I'm proof
That DJ's can take
All you need’s a roller
Then you got your way to the fame
Long as your flow’s on point and
Your beats by Jack Swing
Niggas gettin’ money, shoutout
Heh, heh!
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your
Ahhhh!
A showdown, it's all the way live
Between The Sugarhill Gang and
The Furious Five
Take your partner by the hand
Get out'cha seat
We're gonna tickle
slimmer
Yet another victim serviced by the Goldfinger
Cuts stimulate, chop on the flavor hit the Ave.
On the wax and vibrate like a ninja
Mr. Daddy Rich
Let's get wild
Yeah, Master Ace in the house
The whole Action Posse's in the house
Ice-you-Rock's in the house, DJ Marley Marl's in the house
stole the green from Seth
To pay for meth
While I'm starving to
Death
Holding my breath
While Kevin Spacey
Tries to rape me
Even Mr Rogers hates me
He
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