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Data di rilascio: 31.12.1996
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Lisa Lipps |
Lisa Lipps |
Was a Rolling Stone, huh |
Yeah, wherever she slap slob was her home |
And now she’s gone, ain’t no sunshine |
When she’s gone |
Alhamdulillah, that means «What up, Star?» |
It’s the Mighty Ha drinkin' Mo' at the bar |
Bakee after bakee, blunt after blunt |
Smoke a bag of buddah in BK with ya stunt |
Nat «King» Cole was a merry old soul |
Made you move that ab, drop shit from your whole |
Grab a buttock and lick shot from the Glock |
Do a Tarzan swing off a tree from a jump |
Run up in attics and Elvis, now I’m gone |
Back on the streets in the heart of Pelon |
Man oh man lick shots if I have to |
Submit to me as your lord and master |
It’s the Mighty Ha, I’m a street Bronxite |
Deliver the real like Walter Chronkite |
God of my destiny, black man |
Devil’s in the way receive the backhand |
Yesterday, my trouble seems so far away |
So help me Wanda, help, help, me Wanda |
Vietnam beast from The Y-O-G |
Make your moon walk, spin walk grab your titty |
Hit you in the head with the boom to the back |
Sport a pair of Ballys and a Mighty Ha hat |
Comin from the Bronx like KRS-One |
Electrify the crowd like they shooting stun guns |
Rhythm Blunt Cru, Violator, Def Jam |
Known for kickin' lyrics and smackin mad hands |
Ahh, don’t give a uh |
Pause for the cause 17 to the shot |
It’s the Mighty Ha with the mic and the Glock |
My style’s buck naughty indeed it is ak |
Type of situation pops from uptown |
You can lick balls cause I’m from the B Down |
Til I lie rep a dollar kickin the Willies to the hottie |
Rhythm Blunt Cru, «Baby» Chris Lighty |
Ponys never ran before |
Rain never fell |
Til I met you |
And I can’t get enough of your love, babe |
What?! |
Chim, chim, chiminie chim, chim, che-ree |
Comin from the top, ak, it’s the Migh-ty |
Hit you with the felony A and misdemeanor |
Hit a hundred push-ups and I got the spray Alenor |
Got mad buttocks, ass cheeks on stock |
Got more charges than the nigga 2Pac |
I’m the maker, owner, cream of the crop |
Fellatio erection rises me to the top |
I can’t seem to get rid of these fuckin chickenheads |
Word to the mother drop dead breast fed |
You better duck down when I draw my 8 Luger |
Smoke that ass quick, like I’m smoking bags of buddah |
What goes on ya heard? |