Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggaz Never Learn, artist - Big Daddy Kane. Album song Looks Like A Job For..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2011
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Niggaz Never Learn |
Things been said, plenty rumors been spread |
Many many many new jacks got it in they head |
that they can raise up on this and put the Kane in fright |
Heheh. |
yeah right! |
Listen, you’re just as soft as baby powder |
Don’t let your mouth get you in somethin |
your rhymes can’t get you out of Some good advice is don’t even come out my way |
You better press up on Chucky if you’re lookin for Child’s Play |
Cause I’m a grown ass man in total command |
One of the best to ever be and |
no other can ever take a stand |
When I kick a verse the scene becomes so scary |
that niggaz get quiet like a library |
I pick up the mic like a hunter in hot pursuit |
Oh you want some of this? |
Then put that mic on mute |
Because you’ll be in more danger than Penelope Pitstop |
Point blank, you get your shit dropped |
I got a death blow whenever I throw |
With double impact to take out the whole row |
Huh, I start swingin again and again |
You’ll hear so many ooh ahhs you’ll think it was Boyz II Men |
I break down, shake down, proceed down, beat down |
back down, smack down, rip down, get down |
showdown, throwdown, rundown, come down! |
*DJ rewinds* |
Here’s a little message for your own concern |
You try to press up on this and get burned |
A battle with a non-believe is what I yearn |
Damn, niggaz never learn |
Niggaz! |
→Eazy-E |
This is for your own concern. |
You Must Learn →KRS-One *repeat all 3X* |
If you ever see a jam playin you can bet that damn Kane |
will make it sparkle and bubble like champagne |
Dom Perignon I’m the Don of the set |
and I’ll bet, that the girls, will agree |
That the B, the-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y Superfly feel |
like Ron O’Neal, gets ill, I got it goin on Word is bond, I’m more Dangerous |
than Michael Jackson — hah, sha-mon! |
So, I don’t attract with the wick-wick-wack |
So take a step back, you new new, new jack |
Cause young boy, all of your rhymes are pre-natal |
Mines are fatal, cause I got The Hand That Rocks the Cradle |
So stay in your crib pen, before you get did in uhh, I mean done in, you gets none and |
the last rapper to press up on me wrong was. |
. |
ummmm. |
damn it’s been that long! |
So competin is not a smart decision |
Cause I start to dissin, then start dismissin |
You’re tryin to battle with me well god damn scram |
The style that you’re usin is as old as a Trans-Am |
Update yourself just like an 850 |
Shift see, oh what’s the use you still can’t with me Many MC’s tried their best to press up But I guess, their best, wasn’t goooooood enough! |
I’m not Robert Townsend but every time I speak |
I’ll leave a rapper’s chest beatin like he had Five Heartbeats |
Knockin out comp like Rocky Balboa |
And I make more noise than a lawnmower |
For my stacks I worked hard to earn (* Kane starts rapping real fast *) |
Bein the bigger the better the badder the boss |
The brother to break em when bringin the bomb |
to blow up the Boogie Down… * INHALES, DEEP SIGH * |
Damn niggaz never learn! |