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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

diamonds dancing on my wrist like it's Kris Kross
And now I always steady moving with a stick, don't get lift off
Aye
Whining over me bitch I'm over you
Stay

Shots leave your body looking
Like you're doin' yoga
Shots leave your body looking
Like you're doin' yoga, yoga

I can’t fuck with ho niggas
I can’t trust

Digital

KRS-One

Snowboard Generation

1998

a bundle of this
For the jungle lists, jump to this
Kris from that Bronx, New York

You best a-walk or get bucked like a pork
Rewind, stop whining I'm

Tryna fight for this mic and
They can't ignore me
The up downs and in my town
Had to duck rounds - stressful
For the limelight get your mind right
When

tryna get life and my finances in order
Getting cheese from the border
This happens every time
When you think you know the rapper
But you only know

Nothing New

KRS-One

Hip Hop Lives

2007

Spider-Man
You all in the jungle, with no Spears like Brittney
Like the coke want Whitney, you still wanna get me

But no, you ain't made for this
I put my

bricks talk
Run when that Jack Daniels cap twist-off
'Cause fuckin' with that J.D., I put you in a Kris Kross
Fuck a list, I'm a Sith Lord
The West

blocks up every time I write it
They soul get excited, my Aura ignited
Boy I’m too much for this shit, you know that jack
Rock the bumble bee Prada’s, big

the league
I lead with my shootin' arm it's Payne

All you assholes finished
I don't have those limit's
You'll get this work in all black
It's a black-owned

Drippin'

Kid Ink

Up & Away

2012

trying to drown
How many drinks you had
I think I lost count
One, two wasted
Oscar The Grouch
In this bitch, Kris Kross
Jumping on the couch
Now bring that

slowed down we them young niggas you cant bring yo hoe round' yeah!
And i walk with them racks so i know all these bitches tryna go now deep in these

till I get the whole team all assembled
Wait till I get the whole nation a symbol
This ain't no shit you could play off of the TV
Needa jumbotron

Touch me with a smile of gold
I can't go a day without my sunshine (yeah)
Sunshine (I got you baby, uh, uh, uh)

Yeah, okay, I'm Dread, yo, I keep

boss
Never worry 'bout friendship 'cause they all switch once you get rich
Now a nigga in Paris with this French bitch, she wanna French kiss
Always

Called me Kris Kross
Shoutout John Brown and get em wicked off
I feel like straps on her shoulder when it slip off
Don't mistake it for a taser when it

back
Lick that
Get her and I'mma get that
Nick nack patty wack
I'll give a bitch a fat sack
Show her how your daddy pack
Savage like a maniac
Kris Kross

will make you, jump, jump
Daddy Mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you jump, jump

I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller

Real Hip-Hop, Pt. 2

KRS-One

I Got Next

1997

As he wrecks turntable sets with many subjects
Huff now that's the Blastmaster connects, the larynx
To a high-tech mic set, you get what you get
Tech

the better man
Fuck with me get a letterman
I get her wetter than you ever can oh yeah
And that's word to your bitch dog
I'm the MVP Chris Paul
We go together

Dirty Mack

Ice Cube

The Predator

1992

dirty mack's get tossed 
'Cause I fuck around, and jump your ass like Kris Kross 
Just might blast, snake in the grass 
Gotta shake up the ass 
Found

Jump over owu no Kris Kross
Imma jump over owu no Kris Kross
And if you ain’t talking money
Money ain’t talking you
You better get the hell behind me

automatic when I empty out the clip
Something' like Covid this man's so sick
And I'm all in your body this come with a kick
So So Def this Kris Kross Jump

lost and
The way I get it bumpin make you jump, Kris Kross em
Sickening, damn the verses leavin' em nauseas
Chan on the beat, big thumper
They bend