Lyrics:
a zip off
Trap phone jumping like Kris Kross
Trap phone jumping like Kris Kross
Trap phone jumping like Kris Kross
Old money washed up
Rinse off
nigga gotta show me
He was quick to set you up and you claim that is yo homie
Everybody wanna be a big dawg
Niggas moving backwards like they Kris Kross
The closest hating, duly noted
Driven by the doubt, it's my chauffeur
Had to wake yall up, some was dozing
Sleepin on the kid like I ain't goated
Ones, my trued up friends
Goin' 'nuts' for the 'dough' by the two-plus-ten
Back then at Jolly Pirate I was two bucks in
When I...got a clue on how a few
the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then
I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor
I'm so Jay
the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)
(Verse 1)
Well it started off on the avenue
When I came up with the name called the So Def crew
It
the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)
[Verse 1]
Well it started off on the avenue
When I came up with the name called the So Def crew
It
the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)
(Verse 1)
Well it started off on the avenue
When I came up with the name called the So Def crew
It
chicken and chips
Like an eedyat, I started chewing
Woke up, started spewing
Thinking when is all this gonna end?
I had to open them up then wrap them again
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
shooting to kill, with the gun,
Kris Kross show them how it's done
Chorus
Warm it up Chris
I'm about to
Warm it up Chris
Cause that's what I was born to do
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
with me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors
And all I
bad broad
On my planet we take no haters for granted
They Kris Kross (10 seconds 'till lift off)
Be soaked in pistol grip sauce, ripped off
still spendin' that Kris Kross cream
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so y'all know
Y'all
still spendin' that Kris Kross cream
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so y'all know
Y'all
granted
They Kris Kross (10 seconds 'till lift off)
Be soaked in pistol grip sauce, ripped off
The technique's complete heat
Retreat 6 feet under 6 feet
think you was with kris kross
When I move that work move that green in a zip lock
Ever since don't want no time so I keep my wrist watch
Men these niggas
Rob Base never showin' up
You see Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy Bee?
Ask L'll and Al Skratch, 'Where My Homies?'
Leave it to y'all, these niggaz
Rob Base never showin' up
You see Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy Bee?
Ask L'll and Al Skratch, 'Where My Homies?'
Leave it to y'all, these niggaz
ain't dumbin' down my bars for somebody, just listen up
When you talkin' bout a whip and a Shawty or whippin' a shotty
Gotta ask yourself, who gives
Y'all about to make it where I gotta show my muscle
When I'm gettin' to it girl it's easier to love you
Tried to give me scraps, I made 'em pieces
to rewind, like back in the day
Wit a high top fade, kick it like Kid 'n Play
From jump when Kris Kross was missin' the bus
I decided to bust, and I never had
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me
Discuss these when the homies show up by kris kross Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In