letra de i'm real - kris kross
hey! this is skitty rock (yeah) at the hip hop barber shop
it’s time to floss with kris kross
so bust a move big baby
it’s like 3 into the 2 and 2 into the 1
no it dont stop no it dont stop
it keeps on humming coming at ya i coat up in this macadoshish rapture
and you can’t sleep and you can’t eat
all you do is geek geek geek off the funk that i freak in ya jeep
(is it real?) now you know it don’t get realer than this
the m-a-c d-a double d-y taking you to total bliss
and it don’t stop and it don’t quit serving all them little fools for a 9 trey like this
it’s that n-gg- that the litters can’t stay away from
i gets dumb ditty ditty dumb dumb
(worda!) ya steady steady loving what ya heard
(buta!) ya wonder if we fallin’ of the curve
(or ah!) when we maintain the same thing we maintained
when we came from jump warm it up and it’s a shame
i’m real!
so all that stuff that you pop needs to stop cause i’m real
and when i funk what i drop is the top so just chill
and all that stuff that ya pop needs to stop cause i’m real
and when i drop what i drop n-gg-s know the deal
just call me the real one like cyprus hill son
i freak the funk the phone freaks and i gets ill (comin’)
ain’t nothing to it to make ya boogie i just do it with ease
think you could with these, all ya get is these and my k-c-i-d
my man in ya mouth
moment to let them boys from the south drop the house
(why’s that?) cause i’m steady steady breaking em off
(why’s that?) they ain’t ready cause they way to soft
well make way for the mac, for the mac pack
that’s got you back against the fools talking this and that
i hit em up with the (booya)
make em say (oh child)
where did ya get ya frame of macadoshish smooth style from
i know you want some i know you want some
it’s nothing but the bomb nothing but the bomb and here it comes
see, the quicker quicker ripper done got a lot bigger since the last time you heard me rhyme so i figure
i kick a dose of flose for those mose that try to play the game and act like they don’t know it goes
on and on till the break of dawn nonstop baby pop till the early morn’
(why’s that?) cause i’m steady steady breaking em off
(so why’s that?) they ain’t ready cause they way to soft
and i’m real
so all that stuff that ya pop needs to stop cause i’m real
and when i funk what i drop is the top so just chill
so all that ya pop needs to stop cause i’m real
and when i drop what i drop n-gg-s know deal
(repeat)
(rant)
letras aleatórias
- letra de speakers & reefer - armani of york
- letra de i natt är jag din - magnus uggla
- letra de finest - che.z
- letra de christ is enough - hillsong worship
- letra de a dark cloud - hrsunderground
- letra de do it big - problem & iamsu!
- letra de sunday vest - $tratos
- letra de nothing is stopping you - vinny lane
- letra de take off - chip
- letra de higher in love - fkj