Straight Loonie Lyrics
| Song | Straight Loonie |
| Artist | Jamal |
| Artist | Keith Murray |
| Album | The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kirkpatrick, Murray ... | |
| Testin one two three! | |
| Whoa I flow rhymes wicked | |
| And bust some to keep me uplifted | |
| It flows to my braincells like from smoke | |
| I'm no joke, | |
| I make an old man croak because | |
| I'm loc' I'm wild, psychosomatic, | |
| I got gats stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard | |
| It's all in the mind, when the | |
| E drops a rhyme | |
| My freakin frame is like a pair of | |
| Calvin Klein's | |
| I drop flows through | |
| Customs, and get sniffed out like | |
| I stole somethin when | |
| I'm bustin | |
| I'm Don of mic with this shit | |
| I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?? | |
| Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna backstab me in the back, like the | |
| O'Jays! Can't get these nuts on the real | |
| It's gonna be a cold day in | |
| Hell before the | |
| E drops the steel! | |
| ARRRRRRRRG | |
| H! I still rock with | |
| My Adidas with | |
| Run-D.M.C. and | |
| Jay, my niggaz packin heaters | |
| So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop on the | |
| E Double, check the sounds! | |
| I rise my eyes burnt like cherry | |
| Get wise to my style more fly than | |
| Halle Berry | |
| I don't know so | |
| I'm sayin bye-bye.. .. until next try!! | |
| Def Squad, is in the house, yo | |
| Green Beret, is in the house, yo | |
| L.O.D., is in the house, yo | |
| Keith Murray, is in the house, yo [Keith Murray] | |
| And Jesus is a ****in puppeteer! | |
| The devil cut my sights off, and | |
| I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere | |
| For mad niggaz it's curtains | |
| I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe | |
| In my dreams, | |
| I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse | |
| So when I get to hell, | |
| I'm stabbin up the devil first and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck | |
| Rip off his head, and shit down his ****in neck (bitch!) | |
| From the little voice in my concious | |
| I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious | |
| And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi | |
| A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind | |
| This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die | |
| Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch! | |
| West coast, is in the house, yo | |
| East coast, is in the house, yo | |
| N.Y.C., is in the house, yo | |
| Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo [Jamal] | |
| Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the | |
| Squad now? | |
| I'ma come down to represent the juveniles | |
| I kick styles that niggaz can't **** with | |
| Cause when | |
| I come down | |
| I cold wreck the whole shit | |
| Now who the **** wanna see | |
| Jamal I fades em all | |
| And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall | |
| Now I come down to be the illest, the realest | |
| Any nigga that step up, | |
| I'm ready to peal his cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit | |
| Cause I be the illest little kid | |
| I'm ready to rip | |
| Any mother****er that wanna step nigga | |
| I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the **** you figure that you can **** with me, | |
| I be the illest | |
| B.G. Bustin from | |
| Philly, chillin up in | |
| Cali Sally from the | |
| Valley ****ed me and she burned me | |
| So you know | |
| I got the illest and | |
| I earned my props | |
| B Fo sho' | |
| I'm ready to rip any | |
| MC who step and let them know where the weapon is kept you punk bitch, and | |
| I hit a switch | |
| Any mother****er step | |
| I dump him in the ditch | |
| Trick! |
| zuo ci : Kirkpatrick, Murray ... | |
| Testin one two three! | |
| Whoa I flow rhymes wicked | |
| And bust some to keep me uplifted | |
| It flows to my braincells like from smoke | |
| I' m no joke, | |
| I make an old man croak because | |
| I' m loc' I' m wild, psychosomatic, | |
| I got gats stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard | |
| It' s all in the mind, when the | |
| E drops a rhyme | |
| My freakin frame is like a pair of | |
| Calvin Klein' s | |
| I drop flows through | |
| Customs, and get sniffed out like | |
| I stole somethin when | |
| I' m bustin | |
| I' m Don of mic with this shit | |
| I rock on, to the breaker onenine ya dig?? | |
| Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna backstab me in the back, like the | |
| O' Jays! Can' t get these nuts on the real | |
| It' s gonna be a cold day in | |
| Hell before the | |
| E drops the steel! | |
| ARRRRRRRRG | |
| H! I still rock with | |
| My Adidas with | |
| RunD. M. C. and | |
| Jay, my niggaz packin heaters | |
| So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop on the | |
| E Double, check the sounds! | |
| I rise my eyes burnt like cherry | |
| Get wise to my style more fly than | |
| Halle Berry | |
| I don' t know so | |
| I' m sayin byebye.. .. until next try!! | |
| Def Squad, is in the house, yo | |
| Green Beret, is in the house, yo | |
| L. O. D., is in the house, yo | |
| Keith Murray, is in the house, yo Keith Murray | |
| And Jesus is a in puppeteer! | |
| The devil cut my sights off, and | |
| I' m runnin wild in this atmosphere | |
| For mad niggaz it' s curtains | |
| I' m losin my mind, in this biological universe | |
| In my dreams, | |
| I' ll be gettin away drivin a hearse | |
| So when I get to hell, | |
| I' m stabbin up the devil first and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck | |
| Rip off his head, and shit down his in neck bitch! | |
| From the little voice in my concious | |
| I might just leave a crazyass unconcious | |
| And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi | |
| A psychic couldn' t tell the science of my mind | |
| This man gets the wealth and y' all can all eat shit and die | |
| Cause I' ma gets mines, bitch! | |
| West coast, is in the house, yo | |
| East coast, is in the house, yo | |
| N. Y. C., is in the house, yo | |
| Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo Jamal | |
| Biddiblabababa, how ya like the | |
| Squad now? | |
| I' ma come down to represent the juveniles | |
| I kick styles that niggaz can' t with | |
| Cause when | |
| I come down | |
| I cold wreck the whole shit | |
| Now who the wanna see | |
| Jamal I fades em all | |
| And any nigga that step up, he' s sure to fall | |
| Now I come down to be the illest, the realest | |
| Any nigga that step up, | |
| I' m ready to peal his cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit | |
| Cause I be the illest little kid | |
| I' m ready to rip | |
| Any mother er that wanna step nigga | |
| I' ll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the you figure that you can with me, | |
| I be the illest | |
| B. G. Bustin from | |
| Philly, chillin up in | |
| Cali Sally from the | |
| Valley ed me and she burned me | |
| So you know | |
| I got the illest and | |
| I earned my props | |
| B Fo sho' | |
| I' m ready to rip any | |
| MC who step and let them know where the weapon is kept you punk bitch, and | |
| I hit a switch | |
| Any mother er step | |
| I dump him in the ditch | |
| Trick! |
| zuò cí : Kirkpatrick, Murray ... | |
| Testin one two three! | |
| Whoa I flow rhymes wicked | |
| And bust some to keep me uplifted | |
| It flows to my braincells like from smoke | |
| I' m no joke, | |
| I make an old man croak because | |
| I' m loc' I' m wild, psychosomatic, | |
| I got gats stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard | |
| It' s all in the mind, when the | |
| E drops a rhyme | |
| My freakin frame is like a pair of | |
| Calvin Klein' s | |
| I drop flows through | |
| Customs, and get sniffed out like | |
| I stole somethin when | |
| I' m bustin | |
| I' m Don of mic with this shit | |
| I rock on, to the breaker onenine ya dig?? | |
| Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna backstab me in the back, like the | |
| O' Jays! Can' t get these nuts on the real | |
| It' s gonna be a cold day in | |
| Hell before the | |
| E drops the steel! | |
| ARRRRRRRRG | |
| H! I still rock with | |
| My Adidas with | |
| RunD. M. C. and | |
| Jay, my niggaz packin heaters | |
| So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop on the | |
| E Double, check the sounds! | |
| I rise my eyes burnt like cherry | |
| Get wise to my style more fly than | |
| Halle Berry | |
| I don' t know so | |
| I' m sayin byebye.. .. until next try!! | |
| Def Squad, is in the house, yo | |
| Green Beret, is in the house, yo | |
| L. O. D., is in the house, yo | |
| Keith Murray, is in the house, yo Keith Murray | |
| And Jesus is a in puppeteer! | |
| The devil cut my sights off, and | |
| I' m runnin wild in this atmosphere | |
| For mad niggaz it' s curtains | |
| I' m losin my mind, in this biological universe | |
| In my dreams, | |
| I' ll be gettin away drivin a hearse | |
| So when I get to hell, | |
| I' m stabbin up the devil first and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck | |
| Rip off his head, and shit down his in neck bitch! | |
| From the little voice in my concious | |
| I might just leave a crazyass unconcious | |
| And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi | |
| A psychic couldn' t tell the science of my mind | |
| This man gets the wealth and y' all can all eat shit and die | |
| Cause I' ma gets mines, bitch! | |
| West coast, is in the house, yo | |
| East coast, is in the house, yo | |
| N. Y. C., is in the house, yo | |
| Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo Jamal | |
| Biddiblabababa, how ya like the | |
| Squad now? | |
| I' ma come down to represent the juveniles | |
| I kick styles that niggaz can' t with | |
| Cause when | |
| I come down | |
| I cold wreck the whole shit | |
| Now who the wanna see | |
| Jamal I fades em all | |
| And any nigga that step up, he' s sure to fall | |
| Now I come down to be the illest, the realest | |
| Any nigga that step up, | |
| I' m ready to peal his cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit | |
| Cause I be the illest little kid | |
| I' m ready to rip | |
| Any mother er that wanna step nigga | |
| I' ll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the you figure that you can with me, | |
| I be the illest | |
| B. G. Bustin from | |
| Philly, chillin up in | |
| Cali Sally from the | |
| Valley ed me and she burned me | |
| So you know | |
| I got the illest and | |
| I earned my props | |
| B Fo sho' | |
| I' m ready to rip any | |
| MC who step and let them know where the weapon is kept you punk bitch, and | |
| I hit a switch | |
| Any mother er step | |
| I dump him in the ditch | |
| Trick! |
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