King Tee - Super Nigga Lyrics
[dj pooh]Its the p-double-o-h in the skyI dont need a cape cause Im already flyLike a skydiver, a nigga got dragLike a race car driver, plus ivaSpit saliva, liver, than mcgyver(bam!) bump mo *****es than a drunk driverFaster than a crackhead, mo powerfulThan a loco when I gotcha in a chokeholdIm here to rid the city of them wack-ass groupsThem wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loopsThey fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight/kryptoniteThey dont faze me, cause we can still fightBut look, its all about comin (up) up (up)Up and away without bumminBut a nigga dont need no wonderwoman, hmm, I wonderWho she been shuckin and jivin and *****inOr some ***** named lois cause the hoe is the lowestAnd shes whiter than snow is (too much of that snow white!)I think Ill fly back to the hoodKick it with the homies where you know its all goodIll be the first superhero with a strapI know Im all that.. (its a crow, its a bat, no its..)[chorus][rashad]The super nigga boogieman is out to make a killinSo ***** wastin time leapin over tall buildingsCause I can get loose like fluidLike diarrhea - I can, run right through itI see through walls, specially at the mallsLadies dressing rooms is where my duty callsA lot of super niggaz be trickin they powersGivin hoes money, and flyin em flowers(but can you think of one thing you ever gave a hoe? )No cause we super niggaz, not captain save-a-hoeSo back on up look, Ill catch yo ass so quickAnd letcho ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be *****in witI flash like lightning, powerful as bombsI flied back twenty years ago and *****ed your momsAnd now its ninety-fo, aint shit changedBut now you call me daddy, when you call my nameCause youse a silly mortal, you aint down for combatIma super nigga, and you an uncle tom catWhen Im rollin through the hood they wonder is heThe nephew, of aunt kizzyOr dizzy gillespie, and the rest be likeThats the guy thats super, the fat track moverSo wack mcs come step to these nutsAnd get your crews cut below half, nigga do the mathIm the m-a-n, mayneI got a fly ***** with an invisible planeMe and her be doin some x-rated shitWhen I get the skins, in the *****pitShe be callin everything from mommy to jesusJust ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see usCause them super niggaz too, from the crewSo please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga[chorus][king tee]Mr. insane king tee mother*****ers from the boondoxI bust the drunken style on my corner with the boomboxIm badder than the baddest inmate at (? )Retarded, but let me show you what this can doCreate fright, niggaz scared to touch the micI shock em, amazed cause the wino rocked emThe best yet to like really catch wreck on the sceneO.g. from the alkaholik teamI just scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slipGotta get it on then take another sipMake it hip, a feeling mcs wont forgetBust crazy rounds then load another clip (well bust it)Like r. kelly, my minds telling me no!But ***** that, I kick the ill flowAnd deep down, I know niggaz is jealCause Im pullin all the hoes and dickin em swellBut hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes Im backTo give you what you want, I dont front or skip rapWith the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha likwitIm wild like a winner with the lot-to ticketBut kick it, you could grab a comb and try to pick itThe nappy head sound comin from the undergroundOh shit its the great, the man with the strapI know Im all that.. (its a crow, its a bat, no its..)
