Kool Keith - Jiggaman 2nd Verse lyrics

[Kool Keith - Jiggaman 2nd Verse lyrics]

Yeah, a lot of people smoking blunts
Sitting lost, with no inspiration
They never had it
Even when they thought they had it
Deep in their heart
Their wack inside, the interior
I rip them down

Power and force make a nigga mad, man
I, I'm up top
Your man come and get the grab bag
I'm Kanye, I move the west west
Girls show me your chest
People show me the best
You're just a P-popper, double nigga hopper
What's up
You may want to flow off south of the border
Lyrical warmup
The king see the wings that span
Like a bird, I fly like a hawk
Come down and pick up New York


Take it in the sky
Bye bye bye bye-bye bye bye-bye
Wrap you like a baby up
Man, you in a blanket, rank it
Nigga think he nice making records
Stank bitch like Run DMC, I'm the king
Break them down to a puny leg
Got his girl going stinky, right
Get in the ring, I'm winky, fuck off

American disaster european disaster
American disaster european disaster
Disaster american
European disaster who can rock, who can rock
Who can rock, who can rock
Who can rock, who can rock
Who can rock, who can rock

Jigga, I set the tables up
You've got to get on this, this ain't vocoder

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