Kriss Kross - Live and Die for Hip Hop | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Kriss Kross
• Live and Die for Hip Hop

Chorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me smoke it til Im high if
you ever seen me rock than you know that I- live and die for
the things I do slang I use breakin down mics and destroyin
crews. (2X)

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2

1st Verse: Mack Daddy & Da Brat
I devoted my whole life to rockin mics gettin crowds lifted
put my pants on backwards caus I wanted to be.... different.
I keepsem with a crease tom peeps burn to nucci, house full
of hunnies sportin gucci, cuttin coochie.
Im the man girlfriend, luxury I swim macadocious to the most
brown sex and slim, state of uptrends, known for making divedends
and millions my people jump, jump, jump, jump.

Who chose to be the next nigga to step get deleted by death undefeated
aint no thang to put that body to rest chest filled with smoke
yokin niggas up by the collar. Follow me cuz my dollars makin
more cents than common.
Robbin you for your money and your diamonds endangerin your species,
more like a woman than the bee gees.
No remorse steady smokin plenty grass let it go and let Da Brat
commence to be the baddest hoe.

Chorus

2nd Verse: Daddy Mack & Mr. Black

Nothin but a C big party (twelve until) see Im the daddy of
the mack and at the top of world I chill keep real, my feela
work consists of that (a thuggish ass niggas sayin way to keepem
pissed) my life I wouldnt tread it, to me its nothin better,
wakin up when I wanna sportin Jay-boogie leather.

Autographs (bubble baths) five star hotels, rollin wit a clicc
supa thick and everybody gettin well.

Take off the safety face me gun powder chowder for real, the
last nigga figga to ever make it off the hill with steel, rhymes
rock like Cope the smoke and Im in effect with a tech that got
a infa-red scope.
Smackin those actin, tough as Tinactin, fall up in your hood
increase your brain with the mack 10, stacked Ns seventeens
on the benz and burn up on my thigh in case these niggas won
die.

Chorus

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh........ Someone tell me......... we got
it goin on...... Im tellin yall (its that SoSo Def)

3rd Verse: Jermaine Dupri

I want you to feel me, my whole thang is to get inside your body,
I run game like my name was John Gaddy, hittin hookshots like
Vlade and niggas around my way call me little Liberace.
A lady lover like no other and I be lethal with my weapon so
they call me Danny Glover now who keep it hot? (We Do.)
See So So def aint nothin but a fool ass crew.

Kriss Kross еще тексты