Lyrics Bang It In Ya Whip - Buddha Monk

Bang It In Ya Whip

Yall niggaz cant see this shit
Cant even fuck with this track
(aint nothin could stop us)
you know, on the corse of desperados
(united kingdom to the fullest) word is bond
(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, poppa wu
(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the house
(before we bring in drama)
Youknowwhatimsayin?
all my niggaz about to get hit.
word up.
(who we are, who we be) all my mommys about to get hit
(what we stand for) justice and equality
All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set
youknowwhatimsayin?
Hit them niggaz like that, yo Its the sinister, sick like clamidia
Burn like no vagina, your retina
Screwin like you hard, while I lick off your head
Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor
Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch
Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin
You unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield east
Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, wont catch it Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!)
From the 90s, so I never will like onions and pills (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu)
Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)
Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses
(ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence
Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics dont amaze me Fuck around, youll be pushin up daisies
Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa
Grab you up… ahhh!
Whos the killa?
monk iodine
You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines?
Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find
Royal blood kin on your fetal line, Im prepared to deal with fetal lines
Yo, check it out…
I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4
You shouldve known it was them bones, next page, close the door
Wait, I aint finished yet with you so-called pros
You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors
Im blowin ya back out, callin me the subtractor
The actual nist gets broke like a wish
And marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows
Niggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, youre kept from sacred songs
The basics is first to hurts, so dont think fuckin zus could rest in dirt
The projects is to eject shop up yets
The center, niggaz are scared to enter in Its buddha monk, throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber
Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work
That shows benz and about a mil Im worth
Get higher than 10 kilohertz
Blank on tracks like hungry rodents
Rappers actin funny style and holdin
Frontin, posted up like bowlin
Pins rollin in chevys, while youre goin broke
Holdin a benz, Im heavy on the neck
Pissin weights, cant risk kuwait
And objects, get these papes and escape
Ballad and cronz is like a midget to an ape
Dont care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8
Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time aint with you
Left dead, cops cant find a motherfuckin pistol
What?
We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate
Sha-cronz, buddha monk and our nigga, babyface
Its an mcs fate to test the zus great
And we wont stop, until death is a bedmate
What?
alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit
Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip
If I do it any way I wanna do it Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps
Ill elect to annihilate, serve on a fake mc Who wanna test thee?
ha, nigga please
Ill serve you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family
Yea, you know thats got to be me, swingin like tarzan through trees
With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this mc And if thats not enough, then Ill huff and Ill puff
And mack yo motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down
Better yet, heres a shot from the 4-pound
And the cops cant help ya, they yellin, «blue-uniformed man is down»
What, niggaz, what?