Kurious - Mansion & A Yacht Lyrics
[sadat x]Yeah, check this out, yall, sadat x, mike g, kurious jorgeAnd the whole squad up in here, what? listen, listenIm a do this right here for my main man jorgeSaid bring some old school, so I brought some leather docsSadat x here, from the 120 blocksIn harlem, uptown breeds stardom[mike g]Mike g, jbs, puff the l, get ? ? ? up the honey gets tuned upBecause the jimmy had the dream to write the rhymeRip the beat up, that uptown shit will make you ampede up, yo yo[kurious]Yo yo, get with this shit, its the hit to make you fumbleJust a nubian constipated monkey in the jungleHumble rap, peep the thermostat, shit be hotKurious the magician got a mansion and a yacht[chorus]We came to rock it, dont stop itBecause the party has begunSo come on females get on the dance floorAnd the fellas have some fun[kurious]Ah check it out, my dimetions esquisite, I invite you to visitIs it the shit that I be doing, brewing in your crew with my rhyme blizzardHit you in the head cant stop itDropping jewels like a thief with a hole in his pocket[mike g]No doubt remedies antidotes cutthroats choke>from her be hands hitting your throat, dont front check your coatWe came to have a ball, sadat x on pointMick make your call[sadat x]Its like water clear flows, the group that I takeCant be taken by a softball heads and low cuts>from the prime stock ? ? ? around the blockRarely weed smoking, never catch the pocket dredMine be line with the thing for the head, its like that, yo[chorus]We dont wanna be left behindAll we wanna do is just blow your mindWe dont wanna be left behindAll we wanna do is just blow your mindJust one more time[sadat x]Here we go like this, check itIts getting late and Im a burstI gotta get uptown to my own compoundGive a call to my lady, heat up the dinnerHey jorge you know how we do, Im a see you in a fewMike g, my man, it was greatPeace to new york state, and hard working new yorkersStep on the trash talkers slid on a pair of british walkersSadat x I got the fright of prideMy shit is hot, kid think not?>from melrose to patterson, lexington to madisonMecca on 8, the 45th on the cornerAll getting props, the kid with black nike high topsThe veteran of the 4 train strainI like to rhyme but the ? ? ? in the rain[mike g]Come on, taste it dont waste itIts gonna catch it, just face itNew york connect make you do a head checkBut now go and get petBecause the crowd is select k. jorgeMade out the touch tone, mad sessions was done, bonesHypertone, blown headphones it feels goodThe flows endless, torturous, feel full blessI hold my firece, k. jorge rip the micTil the beat is dismissed like that yall[kurious]Well I was walking through the jungle with a stick in my handAnd if bland is how it stands right according to planWe be getting iller, manilla, now we provide the thrillerWatch a constipated monkey pound his chest like a gorillaNowadays people praise be buggingThink I got mad loot, its sad, Im glad, ***** what you thinkIm cute, whatever, but if you was cleverYoud know Im broker than the brokest and Im uglier than everPrecise like ice, I slid in coolBig cotta, lord sear, prince from poweruleHighly pleasurable, like having sexIm cracking becks with mike g, playing madam with xDont stop rocking to the rhythm cause I get down (repeat til fade)
