a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

ras kass - golden chyld (dj premier remix) كلمات الأغنية

[talking]
yeah yeah
we gon’ send this one out, to all the n-ggas
that want beef, that got baby t–th
why you can’t eat little f-ggot
that primo sh-t, razzy kazzy, golden chyld, yaknow…

[verse 1]
it’s the r-ah-a-s, k-a double s
eject the airbag, wreck a n-gga’s bubble s-cl-ss
what’s comin next, lets mash
get so high walking i’ll catch jetlag
if it ain’t hennessey and o.j. homie miss me
keep my hairline down to the nike sign crispy
spit be, strictly mini-me bin laden’s
mixed with 16 men with life in the pen, ridin;
gangsta – f-ck how many records you sell
get put on the missing milk carton in xxl
and it’s nothin, let’s double the dare
d-ck so deep down ya b-tch mouth i’ll c-m in her hair
guns and ones in the air, n-ggas with stripes
shootin kites, posted on low-rider bikes
gat named russel simmons got blessed in good night
you done f-cked up like cripwalkin by suge knight

[hook]
“that’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel”
“i be the” …. “wild golden child”
“come on come on yo”
“ask ya crew if i’m nice, they all say true” ..
“that’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel”
“i be the” …. “wild golden child” ..
“the baddest flow” .. “n-ggas know” ..

[verse 2]
guess i’m a rap n-gga, cuz homeboy, it’s a wrap
commit a driveby with the music expressed there, and then toss the gat
hop on the red eye to nyc though – d&d linked with primo
and i’m hungry, so i’mma take what you got
throw up a dub, spit at the camera like 2pac
my rap style is sheek like two l.o.x
word on a few blocks; my technique’s too hot
i repeat, do not get it twisted
get ya head a brick or “park” at 106 b-tch
then catch me exprayin a halo, with a immitation j-lo
.. yaknow – haters lay low
who the only west coast n-gga to air out kay slay mixtape tho’?
(r-ssy) mo’ dirty, sc-430
steer with my knee, eatin a plate of beef curry beyotch!

[hook]

[verse 3]
i pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy
boricuas call me papi when they pop they pee
used to pop-lock and lock and watch
pop locks and bugularize spots
pop wheelies on the red and chrome huffy
graduated to suzukis – hot soda pop or pop bottles at sky sushi
ask me what’s poppin; most likely ya collar bone
ever had that feelin when you’re by yourself you’re not alone
with big brother, and big brother see you
i’m hard-headed, my d-ck look like r2-d2
mini-me too – speed through in the v-1-2
c-arson style, know how we do
all money is legal, dead pres and green eagles
you funny style like bernie mac, rappin like beanie sigel
golden child of the west, don’t know how to act though
kicked off the up in smoke tour for scr-ppin with staff pro

[hook]

“that’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel”
“i be the” …. “wild golden child” ….

- ras kass

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة