Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lisa Lipps, artist - CRU. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lisa Lipps |
| Lisa Lipps |
| Was a Rolling Stone, huh |
| Yeah, wherever she slap slob was her home |
| And now she’s gone, ain’t no sunshine |
| When she’s gone |
| Alhamdulillah, that means «What up, Star?» |
| It’s the Mighty Ha drinkin' Mo' at the bar |
| Bakee after bakee, blunt after blunt |
| Smoke a bag of buddah in BK with ya stunt |
| Nat «King» Cole was a merry old soul |
| Made you move that ab, drop shit from your whole |
| Grab a buttock and lick shot from the Glock |
| Do a Tarzan swing off a tree from a jump |
| Run up in attics and Elvis, now I’m gone |
| Back on the streets in the heart of Pelon |
| Man oh man lick shots if I have to |
| Submit to me as your lord and master |
| It’s the Mighty Ha, I’m a street Bronxite |
| Deliver the real like Walter Chronkite |
| God of my destiny, black man |
| Devil’s in the way receive the backhand |
| Yesterday, my trouble seems so far away |
| So help me Wanda, help, help, me Wanda |
| Vietnam beast from The Y-O-G |
| Make your moon walk, spin walk grab your titty |
| Hit you in the head with the boom to the back |
| Sport a pair of Ballys and a Mighty Ha hat |
| Comin from the Bronx like KRS-One |
| Electrify the crowd like they shooting stun guns |
| Rhythm Blunt Cru, Violator, Def Jam |
| Known for kickin' lyrics and smackin mad hands |
| Ahh, don’t give a uh |
| Pause for the cause 17 to the shot |
| It’s the Mighty Ha with the mic and the Glock |
| My style’s buck naughty indeed it is ak |
| Type of situation pops from uptown |
| You can lick balls cause I’m from the B Down |
| Til I lie rep a dollar kickin the Willies to the hottie |
| Rhythm Blunt Cru, «Baby» Chris Lighty |
| Ponys never ran before |
| Rain never fell |
| Til I met you |
| And I can’t get enough of your love, babe |
| What?! |
| Chim, chim, chiminie chim, chim, che-ree |
| Comin from the top, ak, it’s the Migh-ty |
| Hit you with the felony A and misdemeanor |
| Hit a hundred push-ups and I got the spray Alenor |
| Got mad buttocks, ass cheeks on stock |
| Got more charges than the nigga 2Pac |
| I’m the maker, owner, cream of the crop |
| Fellatio erection rises me to the top |
| I can’t seem to get rid of these fuckin chickenheads |
| Word to the mother drop dead breast fed |
| You better duck down when I draw my 8 Luger |
| Smoke that ass quick, like I’m smoking bags of buddah |
| What goes on ya heard? |