Nine - Ta Rasss Lyrics
[nine]Ta rasss, who you think you playin with?Its the nine and Im on some old word to jah type shitFlavor, spits from the larynx, check cdsCassettes, brings checks up in my restMirror, mirror - sit pon wall!Who comes down with true wicked - yes yall!Membranes, them haffa ? from eggStill Im full of lead, i-ah leave nuff man deadI possess finesse, wear vest pon chestPack glock in waist for, whoeva won testSix million ways to die - chose one!Razor blade, cyanide, and de one shotgunJust to name a few, i-ah mash up your crewHere it comes, microphone check, one two!We can get wicked whether night or dayNine, nine, come out and play!Chorus: repeat 2xTa rasss! all I need is power-uThe mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brewTa rasss! all I need is power-uThe mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew[nine]I get high like *****in helicoptersAnd when I get home I peel off my silk boxersWash my nuts, scratch my ass, what the ***** is up?Check the cash in the stashMcs are fleas, to nineI make cheese like thieves, nigga please!Open sesame, dont test meIll shove my balls in your mouth, you look like dizzy gillespieFor those who wave they arm, ima hack it offWith the weed whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack yaRun you down with a tractor!You a actor, tryin to play my part with no *****in heartYou the tin man... nigga!Go see the wizard of oz or kick the canDamn, now I am the man the only manWith a sound that pounds like gunshots in weed spotsThe only thing she gettin is big.. *****..When I push and I push in that wet.. spot..How she like it? how she like it? she like it a lotCause Im thick and I hit that g.. spot..Chorus[nine]I got cash, crazy cash, I stash hashIn the crack of my ass, then I dash, quick fastI blast, mcs dont last, I move fastLike cigarette ash, they drop, on the grass, through the glassI see, asses I must pass, then I crash and cutLike grandmaster flash at early mass!The monster mash bump uglies like car crashIm like, everlast, _jump around_ when I *bust* that assLaugh last, laugh best, who you won test?Ill make a mess on your girlfriends dressThen bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot shooterCause I aint new ta, who da?Hell is gonna question the _redrum_ master himselfYeah, I blow ta rasss off the top shelfTa rasss.. all respect goes outTo krs-one, primo, ralph mcdaniels, sluggy ranksRedman, method man, ill al skratchTha alkaholiks - j-ro, my nigga!And thats how ima leave you on this note right hereIf you frontin, on the n-i-n-eI bring ta rasss.. mad noise, and let you recognize!Its my turn now! (ta rasss)Ta rasss!
