CRU - Lisa Lipps Lyrics
[Mighty Ha]Run for the cueLisa LippsWas a Rolling Stone, huhYeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't homeAnd now she's gone, ain't no sunShine meaning she's gone"Hum-do-a-lah", that means "What up, Shah?"It's the Mighty Ha drinkin' Mo' at the barBakee after bakee, blunt after bluntSmoke a bag of buhdah and became *****e's with the skunkNat "King" Cole was a merry old soulMade you move that ab, drop shit from your wholeGrab a budjock and lick shot from the glockYou were told to swing off a tree from a jumpRun up in attics and Elvis, now I'm goneBack on the streets in the heart of P LongMan oh man lick shots if I have toSubmit to me as your lord and masterIt's the Mighty Ha, I'm a street Bronx, IDeliver the real like Walter ChronkiteGod I'm a destiny, black manDevil's in the rain receive the backhandYesterday, my trouble seems so far awaySo help me Wanda, help, help, me WandaBe a none beast known and the Y-O-GMake your moon walk, spin walk grab your ti-tyHit you in the head with the broom to the backSport a pair of Balley's and a Mighty Ha hatComin from the Bronx like KRS-OneElectrify the crowd like they shooting stone gunsRhythem Blunt Cru, Violator, Def JamKnown for tricken lyrics and smackin mad handsAhh, don't give a uhCaught for the cause 17 to the shotIt's the Mighty Ha with the mic and the glockMy style's buck naughty what day is it ack?Type of situation pops from uptownYou can lick balls cause I front to be downTil I lie rep a dollar kickin the Willies to the HiedyRhythem Blunt Cru, "Baby" Chris LightyPonies never ran beforeRain never fellTil I met youAnd I can't get enough of your love, babeWhat!?Chim, chim, chiminie chim, chim, che-reeComin from the top, ah, it's the Migh-tyHit you with the felony and a misdemeanorHit a hundred push-ups and I got the spray AlenorGot mad buttocks, ass cheeks, yo stopGot more charges than a Nicachew pacI'm the maker, owner, cream of the cropFelicha you erection to the topI can't seem to get rid of these *****in chickenheadsWord to the mother drop dead brest fedYou better duck down when I draw my 8 lugerScoop that ass quickie, better skin bag of booty[DJ Footlong]What goes on ya heard?
