Run-d.m.c. - Ahhh Lyrics
Ahhh-ahaYo, yoAyo Ive seen run with the chrome spittingWatching the knicks in the back of the 6Pulled up on the side like whos winning?Niggers said me since 83 get it rightThe lightly flashers rolling been dimpled to lightNext night seen him on stage with some platinum sellsRubber gets him aside thats bill raising hellI said run the crowd yells, likely paid it wellThen he said to ask (? ? burt bordello? ? )...who the hell?Oh well I thought I was done being impressedUntil my man called me up and told me listen to flexI aint know what to do, looks like run was sending to everybodyBut then again the shit was trueMcs must sworn and gone hopping on thronesSaying native kings please you kept the c onAint nobody better than this twenty year veteranEven as a reverend, hotter than youve ever beenIt dont really matter who the hell you areThe fake is a full catcher, the biggest to starsTrying to doubt these three, youre breaking the lawTheir the kings leaving yall and all, its real pos like:Chorus.Ahhh, done done did it againAhhh, dad done hit the penAhhh, man theyre dropping jimsAhhh, kids lost stack in the endAhhh rev run, run the blockSwirls the doc, my flow is hot, dont need no gun to *****Im sick of you dogs, you brothers try to get me to fallIm kicking you raw, even in the fist of it allRun laps around wack cats I hate thatSince way back, main-way tracks I lace raps, youll face thatBefore you catch aluminium bats from numerous catsWith run-dmc on their hatsYou aint getting no show till your album outThe label that want us been money or whats that aboutNo clout had to settle for a fake amount,Well, my catalogues bigger than your banc accountNo doubt Im the greatest of all time for sureRev run coming through and leaving niggers at allLike...Chorus. (x2)Ahhh, done done did it againAhhh, dad done hit the penAhhh, man theyre dropping jimsAhhh, kids lost stack in the endHey run, remember that night at the light in the back of the 6?Yeah I was mad the knicks lost I got a new willYeah I see the belly and nage with the four doorsWhat is that? more whores?Naw, its simply more toursI see youve repeating me for quite some time (yo my bad)Aint a thing they got noticed through rhymesAyo what a nigger gotta do to be more like you?A nigger like me aint got a clue...First things first, I dj, run all the rappers, actors came on statusBut they cant have this, since krush groove you were making them pacedAnd let them rap movies be made, since then most of them faintThanks for the compliment kid, now jump back in your carsThe rev is leaving niggers at all, its real pos likeChorus. (x5)Ahhh, done done did it againAhhh, dad done hit the penAhhh, man theyre dropping jimsAhhh, kids lost stack in the end
