Vertaling: Overslaan en Flip. Ik was het.
I can't hear you (I am the future) I like it when you say my name Y'all gon' love me Feelin' it's about to get ugly Inject this dose of the future Tap
I look at you I feel something tell me That you're the kind of guy that I should make a move on [(verse):Mc Lyte] Yeah I get exotic with tha malotic tune I
went flip My brain went skip I said c'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon I'm hot now I love you madly Right now I'll take you gladly Tight now I'll
how I play my broads, just how I play the mic First I cuff it, then finger fuck it Check it something rugged, other niggas be reluctant To touch it after
Wise and made a right Sort of how I play my broads, just how I play the mic First I cuff it, then finger fuck it Check it something rugged, other niggas
it like i kick it, bitch i kick it im kinda bruce lee. im the shooter behind the shooting im the looter behind the looting and i got so much swagger i
And we all pack glocks Word is Bond, word is bond, fuck around and get shot As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax I react with tons of macs,
need my shit in ya life Especially how I'm feeling tonight, if it was good, it'd be different But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it And bring this
. Window Man 'Cause when I roll nigga I rolls deep I be killin' muthafuckas in they sleep So punk P, the situation is I skipped it No set trip got the
You know I just don't get it, last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin' records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin' The fuck
skip skip [HOG] Let it rain let it drip nigga Let it rain. Let it rain let it drip Down ass bounties and a pocket full of chips skip skip [HOG] Let it
You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody, this year I'm sellin' records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin' Heh, the
night mothers Hover board kick flips land it a little to the left As you can bet every result was a split lip Skipped school make shortcuts Act foolish
cock fight Straight heterosex, but I still dig van, ya dyke From the mic flip, metronome time skip, who will high-ship The brooklyn base scholar and them niggas past islip And ooh-ooh, I
up in the mix He grips the cross fader with his nimble fingertips And flips it back and forth, no transform switch And the needle never skips? Well, it
the low, get a Heine' and swig I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G. Y'all niggaz
to keep it ugly, basically Aiyyo, aiyyo I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin
