Lyrics:
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
Kross (JUMP JUMP)
Knock it off get lost we aint with the slick talk (Slick Talk)
Slick talk get a n**** b**** stalked (B****)
I get out of line don't you
can't play me
You best be quick for talkin' that shit
That I'm'a gets that 380
I'm all up in yo' grill
Time tah chill
Pay my bills
Gotta stay real
that ass)
That's my best friend, that's my fucking bestie
Can't fuck with you hoes 'cause you messy
Pull up to the party, I got everybody lit
I could
This an intro brought to you directly with a dick slap
Tic-tac willy but it's pretty like ya tit bags
Slip that pilly in my gin n tonic, mix that
I'm
Still sell 7 mill?
Free Alswald drop you from the buildin' and hit ya car
Or O.J. Free, stab you up then get OFF
You won't play me, ya Cadi truck top
Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfucker, clownin' and shit
the plastic
Spitta in them Monsta beats radioactive,
I don't kick it with no rappers
They be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on Kris Kross,
Who you
the boss
Cause I'm a straight up nigga, ain't nothin' bout me Kris Kross
you little rejects
I have the intellect to get respect, I'm gettin' wreck
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
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
can't play me
You best be quick for talkin' that shit
That I'm'a gets that 380
I'm all up in yo' grill
Time tah chill
Pay my bills
Gotta stay real
me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck what I say
Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flash ya bar codes while I stick 'em
With
featuring Redman
Kris Kross
Redman remix
(Redman) No one can do this better than me
Uh rock on
(Redman) Funk Docta Spock
Feel me
I got your
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
the street, holla, "What's up Doc?"
I got a Bugs Bunny chain with a matchin' watch
I make y'all jump like Kris Kross, bounce like Bow
I'm the next
make my dick soft
When we at the function this shit jumpin like it's kriss kross
When we at the fuction this shit jumpin like it's kris kross yea
Lights
on a prick
And make his chick watch while I strip him
And send him home with his
Clothes back to front
Something like Kris Kross!
I do my ting do yours
True
another day, yeah
So chase your clout, that's what you life is about
And drown within the sound
You're bound and can't get out, damn
Write it down, I'm
Kris Kross, jump (ayy)
Montega splash (grrr), don't play that's a fact (fact)
She came through the front (front)
We slid out the back (back)
Don't
professional lyricist
I get rid of this forever, it only gets better
Kris from the universe you could never sever
Cause there is no Kris, only the universe,
Band, Band)
Smoking on a spliff like this
Don't let me get rich like this
Don't let me take your bitch like this
I'm telling you my shit like this
Cant
spendin' that Kris Kross creme (haha)
Big boy moves, big boy shine
Big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll
Darkside yeah the hunger it Made me a boss
I came from nothing I can't take a Loss the hitmen I'm knocking Them off
I sacrificed to get where I'm
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