Ras Kass lyrics
Ras Kass lyrics
"Conceited Bastard Lyrics"
Back Street Pick Up Lyrics
Spencer-R. Brewster-Neeson-Manning-Morley) Welcome back, good to see you again heart attack, honey where you been You went away, y' never told me where baby what can I say, never thought I'd care Queen of the night you got a heart of stone now that you're back I can't leave you alone Back street pick up Back street pick
Spencer-R. Brewster-Neeson-Manning-Morley) Welcome back, good to see you again heart attack, honey where you been You went away, y' never told me where baby what can I say, never thought I'd care Queen of the night you got a heart of stone now that you're back I can't leave you alone Back street pick up Back street pick
Verse 1:
I created verb noun ??? (The most beautifullest shit)
I make up like foundation now who you facing?
The waterproof emcee
Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in mach 3
Get off my dick nigga
And tell your bitch to come here
And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy articulate drama
Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas
I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue dress packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars
Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)
Get it p
Dream Lyrics
I'm on a dock overlooking my mind I hitch my boat and I drift off Where fools whisper lies Everything's a sign when dreams come alive I'm not crazy at all, my friends they talk I try to listen, but waves keep crashing Against my mind to pull me where The years are days
opping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad I'm on a dock overlooking my mind I hitch my boat and I drift off Where fools whisper lies Everything's a sign when dreams come alive I'm not crazy at all, my friends they talk I try to listen, but waves keep crashing Against my mind to pull me where The years are days
Keep my game face on like a Goat
So stick yourself, Pretty Tony
Chorus:
You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)
Verse 2:
(We still got some non-believers) So I'ma drop the bomb
Like the one-armed wide reciever
See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)
Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure
Speak my mind at my leisure
Living singe with more hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent
Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes a
Knight Gladys (And The Pips)-Every Beat of My Heart Lyrics
Rod Stewart Through these misty eyes I see lonely skies Lonely road to Babylon Where's my family And my country heaven knows where I belong Pack my bags tonight Here's one Jacobite Who must leave or surely die Put me on a train
d pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
I rather mop the floor at a peep show
What part of "I'm the shit?" don't you understand? (Gooby bitch)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remmy
Chorus: 8x again
Verse 3:
(Well, that's true) Damn, skippy
I put that on everything I love
Like when Lucy was fucking Ricky
Got more stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish fetus
See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you an
With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got connections
So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection
I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
This one girl tried to Billy Jean me
But I was wearing two rubbers
So name that nigga, Whodini (laughing)
Controversal reversal, this is my planet
You just a Reebok commercial
Chorus
What, nigga, check, check, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
This goes out to all the critics
You can suck the didick
Check this out for all the bitches to the radio
Don't hate me though, you don't know me
Rod Stewart Through these misty eyes I see lonely skies Lonely road to Babylon Where's my family And my country heaven knows where I belong Pack my bags tonight Here's one Jacobite Who must leave or surely die Put me on a train
d pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
I rather mop the floor at a peep show
What part of "I'm the shit?" don't you understand? (Gooby bitch)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remmy
Chorus: 8x again
Verse 3:
(Well, that's true) Damn, skippy
I put that on everything I love
Like when Lucy was fucking Ricky
Got more stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish fetus
See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you an
Missing You Now Lyrics
I talk to you but it's not the same as touchin' you And every time you whisper my name, I wanna run to you Well be together, it won't be long, it won't be long But it feels like forever, and it's hard to be strong Chorus: Baby 'cause I'm missing you now And it's drivin' me crazy How I'm needin' you baby I'm missing you now Can't wait 'ti
d your man do I talk to you but it's not the same as touchin' you And every time you whisper my name, I wanna run to you Well be together, it won't be long, it won't be long But it feels like forever, and it's hard to be strong Chorus: Baby 'cause I'm missing you now And it's drivin' me crazy How I'm needin' you baby I'm missing you now Can't wait 'ti
With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got connections
So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection
I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
This one girl tried to Billy Jean me
But I was wearing two rubbers
So name that nigga, Whodini (laughing)
Controversal reversal, this is my planet
You just a Reebok commercial
Chorus
What, nigga, check, check, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
This goes out to all the critics
You can suck the didick
Check this out for all the bitches to the radio
Don't hate me though, you don't know me