Lyrics:
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
his clothes pushed backwards like Kris Kross
Back say Broadway run up on you in Broad Day
The Phoenix Boys will make your block smooth like Sade
Bobby
I Got a 100 hotties
Boob signin ' in the lobby
I get it jumping like Kris Kross
They pissed off (wooooooouu)
Foreigns On foreigns
When I lift off
Make a Move
Written and performed by Derrell & Raleigh Durham
(Rell)
This sound like some A$AP Mob shit man
I don’t know what I was on
When I cooked
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
Come here, slut, "Shady, wait
couldn’t make it any fresher
Twist it back
I had to have Kris Kross in my tape deck
Thats why I got a style they ain’t make yet
I hit every stage
backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
Come here, slut, "Shady, wait
ya'll niggas in a bag
Talkin' that trash, you get hauled off in a black truck
Nigga back up, stacks up
When I blast I'm never gonna miss
Nigga hollow
Got a bottle of this liquor, unwrap it like Now or Laters
Hold up, slow it down, let me pump the brakes
Kris Kross, me and Lease make it jump jump
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Well, here it comes
say what
Here it comes
understand that Kris to the Kross comes with nothing but flavor
you're Kris Kross
Yeah, you know I'm definitely the boss
Gonna shoot you with my gun
Which is considered violent
I'm gonna choke you
Turn your face purple
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
the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they
Call me Mac Daddy
Had he
Not known about the city I'm from Long Beach
Tic tac, grab
Shhhhhhhhh
Kris Kross
95
Yeah
Who gotcha open, scopin out the track
It's no other than the sounds of the Daddy Mack
Still slackin back-packin
hear this type of thing all the time
I’m the exception to the rule, I don’t argue with fools
8 bars in I’m just warming it up
Kris Kross style mac daddy
You ain’t got my 30 fa tha show I’ll take a brick
Ain’t no putting out da smoke once um already lit
Copping 3 or better I’ll throw up a discount
Bitch
and act like I don't know why
What?
You think that I'm dumb or sum
You know I ain't going for nothin
It's a promise I don't do the bluffing
Kris Kross, I
ya'll niggas in a bag
Talkin' that trash, you get hauled off in a black truck
Nigga back up, stacks up
When I blast I'm never gonna miss
Nigga hollow
Kris Kross
Faded making me jump
Beat kinda heart beat
Lowkey a drunk / drum
Lean inna party bro finna slump
Don’t get me started
Cause I get the flow I
jumping, iPhone Kris Kross
Plays steady coming on the merch, need a hundred, couple shirts for the summer got my opposition pissed off
Beej Franklin baby
wasn't down from the +Jump+, so why you want to Kris Kross?
You no business buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, 'cause youse a sucker
(Ganja) I'm that mother fucker (Smoke it)
Yeah I'm that motherfucker roll a blunt up and no you can't taste it cause I'm a face it
When I pull up I throw
shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
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