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from Run-D.M.C - Crown Royal (2001)
Ahhh-aha
Yo, yo Ayo I've seen Run with the chrome spitting Watching the Knicks in the back of the 6 Pulled up on the side like who's winning? Niggers said me since 83' get it right The lightly flashers rolling been dimpled to light Next night seen him on stage with some platinum sells Rubber gets him aside that's Bill Raising hell I said Run the crowd yells, likely paid it well Then he said to ask (??Burt Bordello??)...Who the hell? Oh well I thought I was done being impressed Until my man called me up and told me listen to flex I ain't know what to do, looks like Run was sending to everybody But then again the shit was true MC's must sworn and gone hopping on thrones Saying native kings please you kept the C on Ain't nobody better than this twenty year veteran Even as a reverend, hotter than you've ever been It don't really matter who the hell you are The fake is a full catcher, the biggest to stars Trying to doubt these three, you're breaking the law Their the Kings leaving y'all and all, it's real pos like: Chorus. Ahhh, Done done did it again Ahhh, Dad done hit the pen Ahhh, Man they're dropping Jim's Ahhh, Kids lost stack in the end Ahhh Rev Run, run the block Swirls the doc, my flow is hot, don't need no gun to cock I'm sick of you dogs, you brothers try to get me to fall I'm kicking you raw, even in the fist of it all Run laps around wack cats I hate that Since way back, main-way tracks I lace raps, you'll face that Before you catch aluminium bats from numerous cats With Run-DMC on their hats You ain't getting no show till your album out The label that want us be |
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