Testi musica canzoni

Hit me, baby (that's right)Hurt me, baby (that's right)That-that-that funkThat-that-that-that-That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonkThat's that retarded-like fonkLike you put your armpits in a drum machineGood GodBreak me off some of thatCome onEasy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stockTo bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flockTo this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit emWhen I get with em, girls I'm in em, smokin like bags of ismThe one that keep amazin y'all, don't even know who you're facin, paThe Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing carThe one who created it and many others imitated itI heard your rap style, kid - hated itLet me show you how, look here, now check my styleWhat I spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wowBa-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get downAnd sway, sway when you hear the music playHip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to sayHey I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane He makes the party swing He turns the mother out And rips apart thingsThen I go... Da-da-da-da-daYeah, I like the way it soundAnd I love the way it's goin down Da-da-da-da-daYou know I like the way it soundAnd I just love the way it's goin downNow, what's this b.s. you're sayin?And don't try to act like Martin now with all that 'i was just playin'No need to grief or mourn cause now the beef is onBoom-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is goneJust cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with meYou step to this, I give you mic-o-vasectomyI only know one person that can come next to meNo, that's a tattleCause I can't count my own shadowA battle? I gots to have itUnless you're gonna rob me like they give Riddick a win for ChavezCause tryin to go against the Kane rappinIs like a pimp tryina pull a nun - ain't nothin happeninClear the way for the one, champion, true black donGun gettin the job done take a look, honBack up, son, you know you can't get noneCome on, I'm on a whole other level of rapAnd it's like that, now show me where the party at Da-da-da-da-daYeah, I like the way it soundAnd I love the way it's goin down Da-da-da-da-daYou know I like the way it soundAnd I love the way it's goin downThe B-I-G D-A-D-Y, no, back up and add another DCome back to the K to the A to the N to the ELive from New York, the one and onlyI give it to you raw for my homiesAnd to the ladies: I take em lookin somethin fineIt don't mind if we bump 'n grindIf you're with me, jump in lineBecause if in my wallet I can find one prophylacticThen you better believe, girl, that you're gonna get your ass dickedHard type of rappers extinct like a dinosaurThe kind you saw rhyme beforeBut now you never find no moreSteppin to the Kane with some drama to be startinBecause I put em all on ice like Tonya HardingBack up, boy, I got the whole convoyRollin with me on a mission that's to seek and destroySo, to all the people that's been tryin to talk about meYou better change your name to 5000 cause you're AudiAnd if you bring on your crew, I'm steppin to them tooJust put the beat on and watch how I swing throughThe groove, with more style than a backstrokeDrivin past my competition like cab drivers do black folksThat's the way I move, I always stayed a SmoothOperator with data watin for you to play a grooveTo turn it out without a doubt and show what I'm aboutGood lookin, Brooklyn, yeah, we in the housemore