ฟังเพลงLisa Lipps (Explicit)

Run for the cue

Lisa Lipps

Was a Rolling Stone huh

Yeah wherever she slap slob wasn't home

And now she's gone ain't no sun

Shine meaning she's gone

Hum-do-a-lah that means What up Shah

It's the Mighty Ha drinkin' Mo' at the bar

Bakee after bakee blunt after blunt

Smoke a bag of buhdah and became b***hes with the skunk

Nat King Cole was a merry old soul

Made you move that ab drop s**t from your whole

Grab a budjock and lick shot from the glock

You were told to 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 P Long

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 Bronx I

Deliver the real like Walter Chronkite

God I'm a destiny black man

Devil's in the rain receive the backhand

Yesterday my trouble seems so far away

So help me Wanda help help me Wanda

Be a none beast known and the Y-O-G

Make your moon walk spin walk grab your ti-ty

Hit you in the head with the broom to the back

Sport a pair of Balley's and a Mighty Ha hat

Comin from the Bronx like KRS-One

Electrify the crowd like they shooting stone guns

Rhythem Blunt Cru Violator Def Jam

Known for tricken lyrics and smackin mad hands

Ahh don't give a uh

Caught for the cause 17 to the shot

It's the Mighty Ha with the mic and the glock

My style's buck naughty what day is it ack

Type of situation pops from uptown

You can lick balls cause I front to be down

Til I lie rep a dollar kickin the Willies to the Hiedy

Rhythem Blunt Cru Baby Chris Lighty

Ponies 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 ah it's the Migh-ty

Hit you with the felony and a misdemeanor

Hit a hundred push-ups and I got the spray Alenor

Got mad buttocks a*s cheeks yo stop

Got more charges than a Nicachew pac

I'm the maker owner cream of the crop

Felicha you erection to the top

I can't seem to get rid of these f**kin chickenheads

Word to the mother drop dead brest fed

You better duck down when I draw my 8 luger

Scoop that a*s quickie better skin bag of booty

What goes on ya heard