Great Lyrics - Ken Nordine

Release information
Release Date: 2003
length: 1:22
Come on
Uh, uh, wooh
Come on

Uh, uh uh
Man, I hear you *****s talkin
But you walkin the wrong way to really mean it
I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it

It's a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on
Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on
Now ya mouth got you in some ****
So we goin' let everybody see your gangsta *** get smaked like a *****

Guess I'll remind y'all *****s, I can find y'all *****s
Click click, what's up, walk up right behind y'all *****s
Once the four four hit' you
You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcher

Boy, I'm a get you
Wet y'all *****s up like a pool
'Cause I done told you, y'all goin' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL
Yo Knock get the glock, these ***** *****s is actin

Making movies, we'll make a movie about this **** after is happened
All that yappin, that them *****s is gettin away with
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with

A ***** gotta take the good with the bad
I'm ****in with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
A ***** gotta take the good with the bad
I'm ****in with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

Uh, uh, uh
Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog ****
Talkin ****, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
Then all hit the ground around the same time

In the same frame of mind, 'things up in the nine'
left them *****es blind, hit 'em up from behind
Yeah, that's how you do that
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that

**** you black, you new cats don't know somethin important
You die quick ****in' with my ****, and my shits extortin'
House rules, when I speak, y'all *****s listen
I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin'

Drinkin ??? fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real out of hand dog, betta get ya man dog
Rap **** comes second, I'm a show you what a robber do
Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin you

Tie you up for a week starvin' you
Beatin' the **** out of you everyday, 'cause yo, these *****s gotta pay


Uh, uh, uh
Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure
It ain't nothing but another ***** put on a stretcher
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste

'Cause he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
So I gave it to him in his chest
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YES
Ain't a whole lot to braking a ***** down fast

They call me black 'Cause that's how I'm gon' be on that ***
Y'all ***** *****s think y'all sweet
But ain't a ****in thing going down 'til I eat
So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth

'Cause they about to get knocked out, hopped out
On that *** with a blast that'll make ya **** drop out
Popped out, through a you know what
'Cause you know why, and you know my

**********in' name up in this game
And *****, you know I
Will never be crossed flippin', but on some east coast terms
New York *****s do, **** the perms


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CD 1
  • 1 Windshield Wipers
  • 2 Tears
  • 3 Suede
  • 4 Zebra
  • 5 Sidewalks
  • 6 Breathing
  • 7 Chimney
  • 8 Queen
  • 9 Nothing
  • 10 Apple Cider
  • 11 Bathtub
  • 12 When You're Born
  • 13 Piccolos
  • 14 Knee
  • 15 Pea
  • 16 Great
  • 17 Eyelashes
  • 18 Clock
  • 19 Ear
  • 20 Ping Pong
  • 21 Freckles
  • 22 Cellophane
  • 23 Dream
  • 24 Gabardine
  • 25 Planet
  • 26 Meat Balls
  • 27 Sky
  • 28 Envelope
  • 29 Roller Skate
  • 30 Blotter
  • 31 Moth
  • 32 Indians
  • 33 Lampshades
  • 34 Cigars