Prof - Run Game lyrics
[Prof - Run Game lyrics]
Eah let me ask for a favour really quick
Say OOOOOHHHH! (oooohhhh)
AAAAAYYYYY! (ayyyy) o-o-o oohhhh! (oooohhhh)
AYYYYYYY! (ayyyyy) yeeaahhh!
(Whooo)
I feel good i feel great
People make money all around me
Yet I can't get paid
But after the show, I'm off
The stage clap, clap, dap
If I wanted to I could get laid!
Sup pretty pretty? got the sticky icky
Girl we could go?
I'd rather drink than celebrate after shows
Whoa! I'm radical dude! Make
It Rain! cowabunga! WOOOO!
Roller coaster speed, full speed a head
If ever oh-fend-ded
You should forget what I said
I'm over your head like I was
In a hot air balloon
Don't worry, I'll hurry
It'll be your turn real soon
Buy them tickets bitches, I'm the meanest
Swish! I'm ahead of the game like
I was the first pitch
Hmmm, have you ever met a
Little white kid like this?
With a nice flow that's
Quite just like this? I must be sick!
Run game lose
Dudes ladies Groove
Run game lose
Change whoo
I must be good at what I do
Everybody get together
Throw a little cheddar at this dude
Throw your drinks up
Let's meet 'em in the middle
Let's get drunk just a little
Shimmy shimmy shimmy coco-puff
Hopin, I'm as cold as fuck
Out here putting posters up
My goal is Oprah bucks
Cha ching! But if that don't happen
I still know that I'm the
Best up here rappin so check this out
I spread like fucking herpes in the game
Man it's around, it's a wrap
It's a conclusion i'm made for this shit
I'm in the left lane cruising
I'm so hot when I shit in a toilet
It drops and boils it
World renound, pound for pound
The parties are ridiculous and
So is the sound
Run game lose
Dudes ladies Groove
Run game lose
Change whoo
On my tippy toes now
Faster than an itty bitty little miracle
Cheerio, pitiful
How you motherfuckers think you're
God given spitin lyrical
I'm a pinnacle, get up outta my grill
Before I put a pound of powder to the pill
Is it really real?
Put a kill b'for the bill chill
Eh, gotta couple little motherfuckers
In my face kill em round the way like
Beat-cha beat-cha from the A deadly
Gotta pocket full of shells
I repel hell it's self i'm hot as hell
Who else
OOOOOHHHH! (oooohhhh) aAAAAYYYYY! (ayyyy)
O-o-o oohhhh! (oooohhhh) aYYYYYYY! (ayyyyy)
Yeeaahhh! (Whooo)
Run game lose
Dudes ladies Groove
Run game lose
Change whoo
Say OOOOOHHHH! (oooohhhh)
AAAAAYYYYY! (ayyyy) o-o-o oohhhh! (oooohhhh)
AYYYYYYY! (ayyyyy) yeeaahhh!
(Whooo)
I feel good i feel great
People make money all around me
Yet I can't get paid
But after the show, I'm off
The stage clap, clap, dap
If I wanted to I could get laid!
Sup pretty pretty? got the sticky icky
Girl we could go?
I'd rather drink than celebrate after shows
Whoa! I'm radical dude! Make
It Rain! cowabunga! WOOOO!
Roller coaster speed, full speed a head
If ever oh-fend-ded
You should forget what I said
I'm over your head like I was
In a hot air balloon
Don't worry, I'll hurry
It'll be your turn real soon
Buy them tickets bitches, I'm the meanest
Swish! I'm ahead of the game like
I was the first pitch
Hmmm, have you ever met a
Little white kid like this?
With a nice flow that's
Quite just like this? I must be sick!
Run game lose
Dudes ladies Groove
Run game lose
Change whoo
I must be good at what I do
Everybody get together
Throw a little cheddar at this dude
Throw your drinks up
Let's meet 'em in the middle
Let's get drunk just a little
Shimmy shimmy shimmy coco-puff
Hopin, I'm as cold as fuck
Out here putting posters up
My goal is Oprah bucks
Cha ching! But if that don't happen
I still know that I'm the
Best up here rappin so check this out
I spread like fucking herpes in the game
Man it's around, it's a wrap
It's a conclusion i'm made for this shit
I'm in the left lane cruising
I'm so hot when I shit in a toilet
It drops and boils it
World renound, pound for pound
The parties are ridiculous and
So is the sound
Run game lose
Dudes ladies Groove
Run game lose
Change whoo
On my tippy toes now
Faster than an itty bitty little miracle
Cheerio, pitiful
How you motherfuckers think you're
God given spitin lyrical
I'm a pinnacle, get up outta my grill
Before I put a pound of powder to the pill
Is it really real?
Put a kill b'for the bill chill
Eh, gotta couple little motherfuckers
In my face kill em round the way like
Beat-cha beat-cha from the A deadly
Gotta pocket full of shells
I repel hell it's self i'm hot as hell
Who else
OOOOOHHHH! (oooohhhh) aAAAAYYYYY! (ayyyy)
O-o-o oohhhh! (oooohhhh) aYYYYYYY! (ayyyyy)
Yeeaahhh! (Whooo)
Run game lose
Dudes ladies Groove
Run game lose
Change whoo