Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Like Control , by - DJ Clue. Release date: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
I Like Control |
| New Missy |
| Featuring Mocha |
| Nicole |
| What hot, we droppin' |
| What not, we stoppin' |
| Ya’ll rock toppin', we bottle poppin' |
| Ya’ll block watchin', we watch coppin' |
| Ya’ll car hoppin', cause now we got it locked and |
| We dedicate for ya’ll feather weight |
| You better skate cause we never late |
| Gon' replicate then bet I set it straight |
| But you can’t bet what you never make |
| I’m the same cat from the same tracks |
| That hadda bring crack when you played that |
| When I spit move way back, you get sprayed at |
| I write my own shit bitch, can you say that? |
| Alot of ya’ll MC’s talk mo' shit |
| Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip |
| I know most of ya’ll rappers live dead broke |
| I go to your accountant and he say, «No dough» |
| Rappin''bout the weed and you can’t even roll |
| If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke? |
| Why you gotta front when you whack as shit |
| Me and Mocha, we ain’t braggin' bitch |
| I ain’t gotta rap about the dough I hold |
| And I ain’t 'bout to talk about the cars I drove |
| And I ain’t gotta front about the shows I blow |
| Turn on your radio, see me control |
| It’s best that thee put on the bets wit' me |
| And testin' me? |
| I hit your chest wit' three |
| Let’s make it clear that we gon' take it there |
| The way it appears, there ain’t a club shakin' rears |
| Mocha here, call me the richest chick |
| With the thickest chips, and the quickest whip |
| Get a grip, why can’t you try wit' me |
| Dumb variety, I get it done lively |
| My rhymes, they like |
| They really, really like |
| They for it, adore it |
| So come let them enjoy |
| My rhymes, they like |
| They really, really like |
| They for it, adore it |
| So come let them enjoy it |
| Wooo, I get it hot like heat |
| You the MC that 'posed to scare me? |
| Ahhh, scream 'till my voice get hoarse |
| Spit on the mic, make all ya’ll moist |
| Hey, you don’t wanna fuck with me |
| And if you do, then you’ve been practicing |
| And no one even told you who I was |
| Well I’mma set it off, show you who I am |
| God damn, I got skills like a thief |
| And while you sleep I snatch out all ya teeth |
| Hey, you don’t really want that beef |
| I repeat, you don’t really want that beef |
| I said hey, you don’t really want that beef |
| Now you know not to mess with me, hah hah |
| Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh (mmm mmmm) |
| Repeat 2 to fade |
| Missy |
| My nigga Timbaland |
| Aaliyah |
| The whole VA Crew |
| Word up |
| DJ Clue |
| The Professional |
| Niggas don’t want it |
| Word up, word up |