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lirik lagu king just - no flows on the rodeo

[king just]
well here i am, the funky man wit the i’ll manner
don’t spasm, ’cause i be y’all bad mamma jamma
i told ya couldn’t f-ck wit me, nanananana
i turn incredible hulk back into david bammer
i am a slammin this sh-t just like a human hammer
and rock suits from timbuktu to alabama
is the matter, and chocolate here comes the sword
hit us hard, but now we livin large, oh my god
yo it’s on, movin in like desert storm
droppin bombs, ring the alarm, where’s my bong?
light it up, ’cause i’mma smoke sh-t just like a gemini
for n-gg-s who don’t remember, yo mo bee
make it easy, girls wanna seize me
believe me, it’s the same sh-t at the 6 g
harvard tactics, breakin n-gg-s backwards
the zoo stickin n-gg-s like cactus, for practice
these fake rappers, try to chill and make a pill
knowin they ain’t real, knowin they ain’t got skills
i’m from the hill, where n-gg-s go to toe to toe
in other words, no flows on the rodeo

[chorus 2x]
yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo
yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo
yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo
yo, no flows on the rodeo

[king just]
holy cow, the kangaroo, they let the wildest n-gg- out the zoo
it’s the bird who flew the coup on the first scoop
who blew the roof? poof, straight into the mystics
super s-d-stic, i’m b-tter like a biscuit
oh sh-t kid, watch the sonic boom get boomer
i flip hits and sh-ts, and free my kazoomas
on like pumas, and n-gg-s can’t throw me out
’cause the rhymes i give’ll get ya d-ck hard like pencil stout
shout, a little bit louder now
who’s that n-gg- goin, aow, aow
style, makes me superhyginetic
f-ck athletics, i’m dope and poetic
forget it, ’cause n-gg-s don’t want none
can’t get none, probably done before they see the outcome
the drum, is the constant beat in my ear
the warrior, is me, because i have no fear
i sware, to my little seed, take heed
’cause in this rap sh-t, i’mma succeed and smoke weed
and get lifted, high as a kite
you can’t f-ck wit the rhymes i write
so you write, tonight’s the night
i’m ready to fight, it’s on and it’s war
i turn, i shoot, i score

[chorus 2x]

[king just]
i’m like a threat to a needle, make more hits than beatles
and stay sharp like a church steeple
for my people, i gotta put ’em on somehow
is the faces you meet up, is the ones you meet goin down?
bow, i’m blowin up spots this year
i don’t care, so rollin up the owls in the stairs
be prepared, for all types of sh-t like this
hits after hits, it can only be black fist
sh-t, what you thinkin
the reason, i’m the sh-t is ’cause i’m stinkin
ya n-gg-s is dead like abe lincoln
i’m thinkin, i’m a f-ckin master plan
it be the man, that made me the man that i am
god d-mn, the n-gg- slams like nba jam
tryin to battle me, is tryin to drown aquaman
it couldn’t happen, i’m still on the staten
still rappin, still keepin the crowd clappin
i’m blastin, all up in the like a shuttle
makin other rap squads go in a huddle, leave a puddle
of blood for my n-gg-s lock down, one love
for you n-gg-s who don’t like me, blaow, catch a slug

[chorus 2x]

[outro]
what, ’95
no one survive

- lirik lagu king just

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