Текст песни King Just - No Flows on the Rodeo
King Just - No Flows on the Rodeo слова песни
[King Just]Well here I am, the funky man wit the ill mannerDon`t spasm, cuz I be y`all bad mamma jammaI told ya couldn`t fuck wit me, nananananaI turn Incredible Hulk back into David BammerI am a slammin this shit just like a human hammerAnd rock suits from Timbuktu to AlabamaIs the matter, and chocolate here comes the swordHit us hard, but now we livin large, oh my GodYo it`s on, movin in like Desert StormDroppin bombs, ring the alarm, where`s my bong?Light it up, cuz I`mma smoke shit just like a GeminiFor niggas who don`t remember, yo Mo BeeMake it easy, girls wanna seize meBelieve me, it`s the same shit at the 6 GHarvard tactics, breakin niggas backwardsThe Zoo stickin niggas like cactus, for practiceThese fake rappers, try to chill and make a pillKnowin they ain`t real, knowin they ain`t got skillsI`m from the Hill, where niggas go to toe to toeIn other words, no flows on the rodeo[Chorus 2X]Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yoYippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yoYippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yoYo, no flows on the rodeo[King Just]Holy cow, the kangaroo, they let the wildest nigga out the ZooIt`s the bird who flew the coup on the first scoopWho blew the roof? Poof, straight into the MysticsSuper sadistic, I`m butter like a biscuitOh shit kid, watch the sonic boom get boomerI flip hits and shits, and free my kazoomasOn like Pumas, and niggas can`t throw me outCuz the rhymes I give`ll get ya dick hard like pencil stoutShout, a little bit louder nowWho`s that nigga goin, aow, aowStyle, makes me superhygineticFuck athletics, I`m dope and poeticForget it, cuz niggas don`t want noneCan`t get none, probably done before they see the outcomeThe Drum, is the constant beat in my earThe Warrior, is me, because I have no fearI sware, to my little seed, take heedCuz in this rap shit, I`mma succeed and smoke weedAnd get lifted, high as a kiteYou can`t fuck wit the rhymes I writeSo you write, tonight`s the nightI`m ready to fight, it`s on and it`s warI turn, I shoot, I score[Chorus 2X][King Just]I`m like a threat to a needle, make more hits than BeatlesAnd stay sharp like a church steepleFor my people, I gotta put `em on somehowIs the faces you meet up, is the ones you meet goin down?Bow, I`m blowin up spots this yearI don`t care, so rollin up the owls in the stairsBe prepared, for all types of shit like thisHits after hits, it can only be Black FistShit, what you thinkinThe reason, I`m the shit is cuz I`m stinkinYa niggas is dead like Abe LincolnI`m thinkin, I`m a fuckin master planIt be the man, that made me the man that I amGod damn, the nigga slams like NBA JamTryin to battle me, is tryin to drown AquamanIt couldn`t happen, I`m still on the StatenStill rappin, still keepin the crowd clappinI`m blastin, all up in the like a shuttleMakin other rap squads go in a huddle, leave a puddleOf blood for my niggas lock down, one loveFor you niggas who don`t like me, blaow, catch a slug[Chorus 2X][Outro]What, `95No one survive