DJ Kay Slay - New Jack City lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[DJ Kay Slay - New Jack City lyrics]
Poster Boy, Fosterville
Kay Slay the Drama King fuck with the kid
Gotta throw ya moms over the bridge
RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs
Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin'
I'm the reason custies is comin'
To the Carter Buildin
And it ain't no tellin what I do
They may find ya body on 16th smellin like a
(jew) i'm the number one stunna when
It comes to the east
In the Jag with the 40 cal under the seat
Nigga this is my block
Name a nigga who run me out
Friday come, you and you have your money out
Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out
Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out
Send her to ER with half her tummy out
No C-section, no infants comin out
She can't have babies again
Me and Kay gettin money so it's
Feelin like the eighties again holla!
Ayo, You boys is silly
I'm next since Pac and Biggie
And I'm Bout Major Figgas
Like Dutch and Gillie
Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly
On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly
Look - I Clap milli's, act willy
You a chump only kid in the hood with
Elevators in his truck
See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors
And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs store
When you boys gon learn I got this game lock
What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box
Keep frontin like you hungry
I'm a feed you a biscuit
I got rock and roll bullets
Leave limps like bizkit
So hey it's ya life involved - act like it is
My chain light gray like trash can lids
If one of yall take my chain
- none of yall live
You like, "I ain't do it Shells"
One of yall did!
Cause A lot of yall are fakin'
One minute is As-salamu alaykum
2 minutes later is where's my salami bacon
Niggas swear the product they makin'
Requires rockin an aprin
They liars cause it's Betty
Crocker they bakin
Not that I'm sayin that I Cook
Cause I don't
But I keep it as raw as you seen
It before it was put on the boat
The hookers'll open they jaw for free
Fuck being a gentleman
Ya girlfriend open the door for me
When a pimp walk the beat
You shut up one day the day the dick had ya
Mother next up one way
I come up one way drunk pushin a porshe
Make beef and I'm cookin the sauce - Gravy!
I be lookin like a boss
I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til
I have the fur lookin like a scarf
Lookin like I robbed 'em
Tell cops is easy to find like
Chinks in a nail shop holla, cheah!
Ayo, get back get back for
I click clack click clack
Where that shit at? Get that
'for I bust shots!
Get crunk if you want to
Drunk if you want to front if you want to
And get slumped with the gun too
Gimme mine cause any time I could run through
And put ya brains on the
Mini blinds in sun roof
Try run dog, you can try hide man
But when I bust the gun dog, you gon die man
I drinkin rum dog and I'm gettin high man
Say good bye man or a prayer - "Aman"
Look It ain't hard to get at you dudes
I screw waitresses that'll slip
Shit in ya food
I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells
I got it locked from Illadelph to ATL
The wait is over, I'm a take it over
I'm a bubble like vinegar and baking soda
Easy!
Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga -
I don't respect wack rhymes
If you had a gat in a clock
You couldn't kill time
Yall cowards don't want beef
Why even start? Yall like dicks in the pool
- none of yall hard
Come thru in the spit white
330 with a mean birdie
Holdin my hammer cause she know it's dirty
You got questions
Holla at me - I tell you whats what
Lay you on ya back and yall
Chumps'll really see whats up
On the real, yall niggas better chill
Think ya crew spittin flames - I'll put
Ya hot dogs on the grill
It gotta be a conspiracy if
Niggas ain't feelin me
Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me
Call me a director - I give clips to ya broad
Bullets is like gum - How
They stick in ya jaw go 'head
Call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart
And leave you on the train
Tracks in a shopping cart
This ain't just beats and bars
Its things i'll do to you
You incompetent fuck
I'm tryin to get through to you
The gauge'll open ya chest like vics
How you went from being soft to
Hard - niggas is dicks
I don't wanna hear nothin bout
Ya coke and ya toast
Liars get shot in they tongue - I'll
Put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!
Kay Slay the Drama King fuck with the kid
Gotta throw ya moms over the bridge
RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs
Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin'
I'm the reason custies is comin'
To the Carter Buildin
And it ain't no tellin what I do
They may find ya body on 16th smellin like a
(jew) i'm the number one stunna when
It comes to the east
In the Jag with the 40 cal under the seat
Nigga this is my block
Name a nigga who run me out
Friday come, you and you have your money out
Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out
Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out
Send her to ER with half her tummy out
No C-section, no infants comin out
She can't have babies again
Me and Kay gettin money so it's
Feelin like the eighties again holla!
Ayo, You boys is silly
I'm next since Pac and Biggie
And I'm Bout Major Figgas
Like Dutch and Gillie
Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly
On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly
Look - I Clap milli's, act willy
You a chump only kid in the hood with
Elevators in his truck
See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors
And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs store
When you boys gon learn I got this game lock
What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box
Keep frontin like you hungry
I'm a feed you a biscuit
I got rock and roll bullets
Leave limps like bizkit
So hey it's ya life involved - act like it is
My chain light gray like trash can lids
If one of yall take my chain
- none of yall live
You like, "I ain't do it Shells"
One of yall did!
Cause A lot of yall are fakin'
One minute is As-salamu alaykum
2 minutes later is where's my salami bacon
Niggas swear the product they makin'
Requires rockin an aprin
They liars cause it's Betty
Crocker they bakin
Not that I'm sayin that I Cook
Cause I don't
But I keep it as raw as you seen
It before it was put on the boat
The hookers'll open they jaw for free
Fuck being a gentleman
Ya girlfriend open the door for me
When a pimp walk the beat
You shut up one day the day the dick had ya
Mother next up one way
I come up one way drunk pushin a porshe
Make beef and I'm cookin the sauce - Gravy!
I be lookin like a boss
I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til
I have the fur lookin like a scarf
Lookin like I robbed 'em
Tell cops is easy to find like
Chinks in a nail shop holla, cheah!
Ayo, get back get back for
I click clack click clack
Where that shit at? Get that
'for I bust shots!
Get crunk if you want to
Drunk if you want to front if you want to
And get slumped with the gun too
Gimme mine cause any time I could run through
And put ya brains on the
Mini blinds in sun roof
Try run dog, you can try hide man
But when I bust the gun dog, you gon die man
I drinkin rum dog and I'm gettin high man
Say good bye man or a prayer - "Aman"
Look It ain't hard to get at you dudes
I screw waitresses that'll slip
Shit in ya food
I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells
I got it locked from Illadelph to ATL
The wait is over, I'm a take it over
I'm a bubble like vinegar and baking soda
Easy!
Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga -
I don't respect wack rhymes
If you had a gat in a clock
You couldn't kill time
Yall cowards don't want beef
Why even start? Yall like dicks in the pool
- none of yall hard
Come thru in the spit white
330 with a mean birdie
Holdin my hammer cause she know it's dirty
You got questions
Holla at me - I tell you whats what
Lay you on ya back and yall
Chumps'll really see whats up
On the real, yall niggas better chill
Think ya crew spittin flames - I'll put
Ya hot dogs on the grill
It gotta be a conspiracy if
Niggas ain't feelin me
Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me
Call me a director - I give clips to ya broad
Bullets is like gum - How
They stick in ya jaw go 'head
Call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart
And leave you on the train
Tracks in a shopping cart
This ain't just beats and bars
Its things i'll do to you
You incompetent fuck
I'm tryin to get through to you
The gauge'll open ya chest like vics
How you went from being soft to
Hard - niggas is dicks
I don't wanna hear nothin bout
Ya coke and ya toast
Liars get shot in they tongue - I'll
Put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!
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