Luke Christopher - Hell of a Rhyme Lyrics
[Verse 1]I was born on noble back when niggas had to run away quick, seeOld folks never like when young ass kids beShooting hoops down by the drive-wayAnd if I hit the ball over the wall, I'd have to go and take the side wayI say, I sayI may have raised some hell at my schoolsFighting in lines and trying to stay coolLike Urkel, on the wall like muralsIn my hoodie and my air force one pair moreThough I was not a scholar, I could make the ladies hollerStarted spittin' from the heart when they was spitting from the walletTalking 'bout how they forever kings, yeah rightForever never long as it do seem, yeah rightI used to, tell stories at the park on the playgroundAnd after dark if ever the cops would come we’d have to stay downTold my nigga Adrian, shh they heard you lay downI'mma hit the hill and flip the bird on the way downSee that was how we rolled, that was how we rolledWe were never hood but we had a lot of soul, soAnytime I'm back at home doing a show yoI have the mother *****er bouncing like a pogo[Hook]Yeah, so get your hands highIf you in the mood for a hell of a timeCall up the homies get a bottle of wineAnd I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme likeYeah, so get your hands highIf you in the mood for a hell of a timeDrive to the store get a bottle of wineAnd I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme like[Verse 2]I was wearing them off-white chucks with the floral printed pantsWith only 15 bucks we took a cab to the danceHopped out with the baddest chicks in the roomHeard the teachers saying, "Man I'm glad they graduate soon," yes!And on the nights where we were hurting for realWe'd drive through Beverly hills just to see how it feelsIf the weather was cold, we would hit up a showTried to sneak into the back so I can spit them a flowIf we was late, we rode our bikes after the busWe were the legends of the summer, there's a chapter for usIn a book somewhere, yeah somewhere prettyIn an old library in a forgotten city, man!Life is the fastestAin't nobody tell you 'bout the life of a rapperIt's all, money and gold, cars and hoesBut diamonds don’t shine in the darkErgo we sayin' this!x2
