King Just - No Flows On The Rodeo Lyrics
[king just]Well here I am, the funky man wit the ill mannerDont spasm, cuz I be yall bad mamma jammaI told ya couldnt ***** wit me, nananananaI turn incredible hulk back into david bammerI am a slammin this shit just like a human hammerAnd rock suits from timbuktu to alabamaIs the matter, and chocolate here comes the swordHit us hard, but now we livin large, oh my godYo its on, movin in like desert stormDroppin bombs, ring the alarm, wheres my bong?Light it up, cuz imma smoke shit just like a geminiFor niggas who dont remember, yo mo beeMake it easy, girls wanna seize meBelieve me, its the same shit at the 6 gHarvard tactics, breakin niggas backwardsThe zoo stickin niggas like cactus, for practiceThese fake rappers, try to chill and make a pillKnowin they aint real, knowin they aint got skillsIm from the hill, where niggas go to toe to toeIn other words, no flows on the rodeo[chorus 2x]Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yoYippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yoYippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yoYo, no flows on the rodeo[king just]Holy cow, the kangaroo, they let the wildest nigga out the zooIts the bird who flew the coup on the first scoopWho blew the roof? poof, straight into the mysticsSuper sadistic, Im butter like a biscuitOh shit kid, watch the sonic boom get boomerI flip hits and shits, and free my kazoomasOn like pumas, and niggas cant throw me outCuz the rhymes I givell get ya dick hard like pencil stoutShout, a little bit louder nowWhos that nigga goin, aow, aowStyle, makes me superhyginetic***** athletics, Im dope and poeticForget it, cuz niggas dont want noneCant get none, probably done before they see the outcomeThe drum, is the constant beat in my earThe warrior, is me, because I have no fearI sware, to my little seed, take heedCuz in this rap shit, imma succeed and smoke weedAnd get lifted, high as a kiteYou cant ***** wit the rhymes I writeSo you write, tonights the nightIm ready to fight, its on and its warI turn, I shoot, I score[chorus 2x][king just]Im like a threat to a needle, make more hits than beatlesAnd stay sharp like a church steepleFor my people, I gotta put em on somehowIs the faces you meet up, is the ones you meet goin down?Bow, Im blowin up spots this yearI dont care, so rollin up the owls in the stairsBe prepared, for all types of shit like thisHits after hits, it can only be black fistShit, what you thinkinThe reason, Im the shit is cuz Im stinkinYa niggas is dead like abe lincolnIm thinkin, Im a *****in master planIt be the man, that made me the man that I amGod damn, the nigga slams like nba jamTryin to battle me, is tryin to drown aquamanIt couldnt happen, Im still on the statenStill rappin, still keepin the crowd clappinIm blastin, all up in the like a shuttleMakin other rap squads go in a huddle, leave a puddleOf blood for my niggas lock down, one loveFor you niggas who dont like me, blaow, catch a slug[chorus 2x][outro]What, 95No one survive
