Viktor Vaughn - Rae Dawn (Acapella Version) lyrics
[Viktor Vaughn - Rae Dawn Acapella Version lyrics]
I could understand it
V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic
Unhand it!
Whoever go after burn they hands and lips
A lot of rappers ran and abandoned they whips
It's just another day in the Dunya
Don't leave your girl around V
He might swoon her
Up under the window serenade
Her like a crooner
Stay ahead of the game and cut
Her off sooner rather later
Use her to gather data
Scoop her in the butter
Soft moon roof Navigator
Or the Land or the Lex or the Benz
116th by the hour from the Africans
But they won't let you push 'em
One tried to get fly I almost had to mush him
If I wanted to rob him I
Would have wore a mask
Hit him with the four
Took the dough and tore ass
Want not, waste not, front not
They didn't see him dip into
The 50 cent blunt spot
V walked the town with space boots
Space suit's fucked up cut but she still
Say "Hi!"s face cute
Told the streets "What you staring at?"
The sewer cap opened up and
Said "Why you wearing that?"
He said "Oh you wanna snap, piss-face?
The way you be in everybody
Business is a disgrace!"
At the park gates "Hark who goes there?"
"It's V, the MC who's nasty as nose hair"
"You may go"
He said "You should have been say so!"
Tipped him in cash, an Argentinian Peso
"There you go my good man
Buy something nice for the seed"
And please keep it moving twice the speed
Consider that your fair warn
Or else I'll bring it to
Ya express like Airborne"
Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat
And shout out that little bird from
The Word on the Street
He write "VIK" in a sick demented handstyle
And go bombing with a chick who
Whipped the rented van while
All he say is "You nuts"
He really had enough of poo
Putts and crew cuts soup's on!
And I got a coupon
Chinese restaurant asking for the grey poupon
He said "No! Duck sauce, soy sauce!
And this ain't no Burger King so
You don't get no toy, boss"
Oh oh it's beer o'clock I think I'm sober
"How 'bout we think this over over
A can of King Cobra" (ok)
You ain't nicer than the lunatic sheister
AKA the Vikster, or the Vikmeister
He wonders should he get a baldie
Or keep his edge up, V-shaped like Mamuwalde
That is the question
They wonder why he always wear
Hats in the sessions (Listen up) New drink
Named it after Chong daughter
Triple shot of 'gnac with a
Chaser of bong water v a strong supporter
Triple shot of 'gnac with a
Chaser of bong water (I dare ya)
C'mon bring the slaughter (Y'all scared)
V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic
Unhand it!
Whoever go after burn they hands and lips
A lot of rappers ran and abandoned they whips
It's just another day in the Dunya
Don't leave your girl around V
He might swoon her
Up under the window serenade
Her like a crooner
Stay ahead of the game and cut
Her off sooner rather later
Use her to gather data
Scoop her in the butter
Soft moon roof Navigator
Or the Land or the Lex or the Benz
116th by the hour from the Africans
But they won't let you push 'em
One tried to get fly I almost had to mush him
If I wanted to rob him I
Would have wore a mask
Hit him with the four
Took the dough and tore ass
Want not, waste not, front not
They didn't see him dip into
The 50 cent blunt spot
V walked the town with space boots
Space suit's fucked up cut but she still
Say "Hi!"s face cute
Told the streets "What you staring at?"
The sewer cap opened up and
Said "Why you wearing that?"
He said "Oh you wanna snap, piss-face?
The way you be in everybody
Business is a disgrace!"
At the park gates "Hark who goes there?"
"It's V, the MC who's nasty as nose hair"
"You may go"
He said "You should have been say so!"
Tipped him in cash, an Argentinian Peso
"There you go my good man
Buy something nice for the seed"
And please keep it moving twice the speed
Consider that your fair warn
Or else I'll bring it to
Ya express like Airborne"
Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat
And shout out that little bird from
The Word on the Street
He write "VIK" in a sick demented handstyle
And go bombing with a chick who
Whipped the rented van while
All he say is "You nuts"
He really had enough of poo
Putts and crew cuts soup's on!
And I got a coupon
Chinese restaurant asking for the grey poupon
He said "No! Duck sauce, soy sauce!
And this ain't no Burger King so
You don't get no toy, boss"
Oh oh it's beer o'clock I think I'm sober
"How 'bout we think this over over
A can of King Cobra" (ok)
You ain't nicer than the lunatic sheister
AKA the Vikster, or the Vikmeister
He wonders should he get a baldie
Or keep his edge up, V-shaped like Mamuwalde
That is the question
They wonder why he always wear
Hats in the sessions (Listen up) New drink
Named it after Chong daughter
Triple shot of 'gnac with a
Chaser of bong water v a strong supporter
Triple shot of 'gnac with a
Chaser of bong water (I dare ya)
C'mon bring the slaughter (Y'all scared)