Deadly Venoms - All Nighter lyrics
[Deadly Venoms - All Nighter lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, whutsup, this is N Tyce
Ya'll know what im talkin bout
Got them lyrics for ya nahimsayin
People just look at me and don't
Think that I can rap
They don't call me a Deadly Venom fo nutin
Poi-son, nahimsayin, DV's up in here
Rocks the World, holla, and
Ya don't stop, yo, yo
I show ya how fun rap can be
Folks can't stand me
Cos I'm the type that go
Up and except a Grammy
In an R&B dress, split past my thighs
Get tipsy, open my shirt up
And flash the guys
Make they eyes pop out, tongues hanging
Lyrically I'm nasty
Like a chick that a bum's dating
Ya flava's like Juicy Fruit
It only lasts a minute
My hairs gettin grey now
Think that I should tint it
Till I thought about it
Probably look more raw without it
I'm trynna plot on how to
Get a rap star impounded
Cuz they don't sound right
Take em to the junk yard chump parts
Stinking up the game like a skunk fart
We on fire (fire)
Throw ya hands in the air wit yo lighter
(lighter) we gone pull an all nighter
(nighter, say what)
And I ain't gotta go to bed no time soon
If I ain't rappin
Then I prefer mackin instead
Take my stocking off my buttocks and
Wrap it around his head
I like them buffed up Derek Jeter's
Who ain't ashamed to walk around with
A scuffed up pair of sneakers
A lot of girls are into fashion
Instead of rapping
Think you can write somthing
Hotter? It'll never happen
I like people who believe in theyself
One day I'll be old and gray
Breathin' the wealth
It's like this, people playin' spades
Takin' blinds now
A lot of artists wanting me
To write they rhymes now
Im high-tech like DVD
Riding round in a hooptie wit the tank on E
You wanna good woman? You should appoint me
My friends won't even bring me around they
Dad cuz he may even want me
I'm Hardcore like Lil' Kim's first CD
And hard headed like 50 kids
In a pre-school nursery
Folks be like "yo, N Tyce, you hurtin me"
Cuz I Bring Da Pain like open heart surgery
Stitch it up, squeeky voice, high pitch it up
You see me everyday
I'm on ya wall pictured up
It's kinda hard survivin', I got you paranoid
Like blue lights behind you in a car driving
See I'm Nasty like Nastradamus
I write a lot of incomplete
Sentences using lots of commas
Teachers hated me in school
Wishing I would vanish
Now they wantin' autographs
For they grandkids
Plus, they wanna free concert
Better learn to pay
You shoulda never gave me an F
When I deserved an A
Aight, heh
That's how we kick it out here in Carolina's
You know what I'm talkin bout baby
You what I'm talkin bout?
You don't know nuttin bout that, heh
336 entertainment on the rise! Yeah
Ya'll know what im talkin bout
Got them lyrics for ya nahimsayin
People just look at me and don't
Think that I can rap
They don't call me a Deadly Venom fo nutin
Poi-son, nahimsayin, DV's up in here
Rocks the World, holla, and
Ya don't stop, yo, yo
I show ya how fun rap can be
Folks can't stand me
Cos I'm the type that go
Up and except a Grammy
In an R&B dress, split past my thighs
Get tipsy, open my shirt up
And flash the guys
Make they eyes pop out, tongues hanging
Lyrically I'm nasty
Like a chick that a bum's dating
Ya flava's like Juicy Fruit
It only lasts a minute
My hairs gettin grey now
Think that I should tint it
Till I thought about it
Probably look more raw without it
I'm trynna plot on how to
Get a rap star impounded
Cuz they don't sound right
Take em to the junk yard chump parts
Stinking up the game like a skunk fart
We on fire (fire)
Throw ya hands in the air wit yo lighter
(lighter) we gone pull an all nighter
(nighter, say what)
And I ain't gotta go to bed no time soon
If I ain't rappin
Then I prefer mackin instead
Take my stocking off my buttocks and
Wrap it around his head
I like them buffed up Derek Jeter's
Who ain't ashamed to walk around with
A scuffed up pair of sneakers
A lot of girls are into fashion
Instead of rapping
Think you can write somthing
Hotter? It'll never happen
I like people who believe in theyself
One day I'll be old and gray
Breathin' the wealth
It's like this, people playin' spades
Takin' blinds now
A lot of artists wanting me
To write they rhymes now
Im high-tech like DVD
Riding round in a hooptie wit the tank on E
You wanna good woman? You should appoint me
My friends won't even bring me around they
Dad cuz he may even want me
I'm Hardcore like Lil' Kim's first CD
And hard headed like 50 kids
In a pre-school nursery
Folks be like "yo, N Tyce, you hurtin me"
Cuz I Bring Da Pain like open heart surgery
Stitch it up, squeeky voice, high pitch it up
You see me everyday
I'm on ya wall pictured up
It's kinda hard survivin', I got you paranoid
Like blue lights behind you in a car driving
See I'm Nasty like Nastradamus
I write a lot of incomplete
Sentences using lots of commas
Teachers hated me in school
Wishing I would vanish
Now they wantin' autographs
For they grandkids
Plus, they wanna free concert
Better learn to pay
You shoulda never gave me an F
When I deserved an A
Aight, heh
That's how we kick it out here in Carolina's
You know what I'm talkin bout baby
You what I'm talkin bout?
You don't know nuttin bout that, heh
336 entertainment on the rise! Yeah