Lyrics:
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock
love im wide awake
What is success when your hearts at stake ah
What’s a home when you’re out of place
Time goes by and I can’t erase
This feelin
with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you want to
(Rock
with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock
The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright
I went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight
I was loced out Kris Kross shirt
at night, she gone by the mornin' (gone)
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up (yeah)
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
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
Baby, make it tick-tock
Back a rotate, jumping like it's Kris Kross
You dey make a nigga spaz like Rick Ros, huh (mad)
Yeah, bro fresh out from my
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
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
aware of their arrogance
Aware of their arrogance
By saying something there's a likelihood
That on radio there's no way we'll be bumpin
So to Kris's Kross
[intro:]
You know what I'm sizzlin
It's time to get this party started right baby
Aw....my name.. they call me Tech N9ne
And I ah need a carabu
to make it
Grind for your folks. This grind ain't a joke man
We was dead broke. Now, we got the shit jumping like Kris Kross
Feeling like a big boss
Man, I
the planet rockin' with me
Whole planet rockin' like this
[Chorus]
I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
By the bulge in my pants so let's do
Uh-huh, uh, ooh, damn, baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this? Ha, it's that Star Trak
Clipse (get down), So
Uh-huh, uh, ooh, damn, baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this? Ha, it's that Star Trak
Clipse (get down), So
(With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)
If you ain't down you best to get down quick
Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit
Bought a new whip a little red wagon
Fly through your city just call me Aladdin
I'm a go take this one over the top once I get started you know I can't
be the best grime artist
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
it till you make it, even jail break it
If you can't pray to The Lord, stop singing hail Mary
Be careful with what you wish for
You just might get
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
her fuckin' birthday, bitch twerk that ass (Twerk that ass)
That's my best friend, that's my fucking bestie
Can't fuck with you hoes 'cause you messy
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