thug, thanks to bad luck Any punk that's drunk 'cause he ain't found love Oh I Drop rhymes Cop kind Stop time Oh I Drop rhymes Cop kind Stop time
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, thanks to bad luck Any punk that's drunk cause he ain't found love [Chorus x2: mc chris] Oh I... drop rhymes... Cop kind... stop time [mc chris] By
your face like that kid from Detroit really yo you'd better ask MC Hammer 'bout this bad mama jama tall kid with the hoopa hypa lipta-gramma watch out yo it's time for MC
grill again, the grill again friends How many MC's must get dissed? Before somebody says don't fuck with Chris Hey, ho, keep on moving don't stop no
the grill again, the grill again friends how many MC's must get dissed? Before somebody says don't fuck with Chris Hey! Ho! Keep on moving don't stop
a mind full of troubles Everythings in doubles I buy my guns in couples No time to replace fumbles Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow Injured
like a pitch pipe. are you an mc chris type; a hip hop lovin' half pint? then just turn on your heartlight. a bunsen burner barfly. this is our time blast
all) 4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez! (4 Da Shorteez) Think at what's at stake, look upon your plate. If it's a slab o' steak, time to regurgitate. Ya got a
This is a story about a boy named Harry. Early morning, he wakes up Knock, knock, knock on the door It's time for hiding, even fighting It's you
fan of mine, summer time dropping me a line sounded kinda cute couldn't help but reply chilling in her pool squinting at the sky cell phone rings MC Chris
a wine cork. I hope they never legalize, then High Times won't have anything to fight for. I used to smoke with kids at shows, but I stopped 'cause
to the jamboree Roll up, roll up, troupers jamboree Old friends attend, long time no see Roll up, roll up, troupers come on down Big top, non stop
get on, so stop rappin (H20) comin this summer, so stop askin All heat like Wall Street, your stock crashin Now the Feds want to read his rights Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
Yeah Gotta feel me on this one Ain't none of this shit happen overnight We talking about a long time coming motherfucker It ain't clean on these streets
' on to Move your arm and your watch to another time on the block 'Cause this 40 Side where they say shorty rhyme Tragedy he used to come through all the time
problem I don't care if y'all don't like Times three nigga I'm me nigga I'm me nigga [Verse 2:] Big dick, bitch, big balls We the kind that supply the rock like Chris
