Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More Worries, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song No Need For Alarm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.11.1993
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
No More Worries |
| Yo wait a damn, minute |
| listen to the way the man spin it even with improper diction |
| I split in &gets ends |
| I’m lettin’suckas know |
| I’m fin ta buck a bro |
| the nigga figga he can dust a pro- |
| fessional, I test a fool |
| I get a tool |
| and beat him wit it he didn’t see me wit it and this is what I’ma do tie the crime to you |
| niggas need to find a new rhyme to do |
| I remember when I used to grind a few |
| indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School |
| but I told the Dean 'Bye fool.' |
| I graduated |
| he was a man I hated |
| and I’m glad I made it Hie-ro |
| I know |
| you know |
| fools know, that my crew’s so phat, and niggas try to jack |
| then I know they got my back |
| A-Plus must bust the wack. |
| Casual: |
| I’m fed up with the wackness and this weak shit |
| so peep the style and learn how to freak shit |
| I hope, ya, learn how ta cope |
| by the time you peep this shit here, |
| I’ll be three times doper |
| yeah, this is for the trendy G’s |
| to ya bitches, &High School enemies |
| all the hoes |
| shoot me to the left &shit |
| cause my financial state was on defecit |
| but I, |
| really didn’t trip |
| now I’m livin’phatter |
| and then niggas don’t matter |
| a lot a rappers try frontin’on me bet they aint got nuttin’on me and aint no way that buck can harm me I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules |
| niggas locked onto me like my follicles |
| I swallow fools with no regurgitaion |
| we hurt ya face, men |
| when ya placed in my path. |
| Del: |
| I bust asses |
| ya slow like molasses |
| as this continues |
| then you know the fastest |
| computing, looting, I gets the root of things |
| bitches with problems |
| I leave ya jaw numb |
| I slap hoes |
| my rap flows along |
| with the flow of the song |
| as I flow on the bong |
| I use Jedi mind tricks |
| to find tricks |
| bind tricks, tie them up then I try and phuck then they die |
| and what do I care? |
| I dare hoes |
| and prepare flows cause I never spare those lives |
| who strives |
| with knives &slice |
| I parylize ya twice |
| with fear |
| Del is nice to your ears. |
| Snupe: |
| Not of hardest, artists going far |
| jack off from Jupiter |
| because I’m shooting for the stars |
| I’m a mack |
| never come wack |
| gimme a 30 second snippit |
| I’ll rip it because the shit gets deeper |
| creep ya ass as the floor rocks |
| we got the beat hittin’hard like four cops |
| shorts out my last record |
| I write my rhymes nekkid |
| let me give you a tip |
| I’m on the balls |
| so just expect it my rep gets phatter thinkin’about those kids |
| they tried to step and got phucked like they momma did |
| by the Mr. Mostskill |
| I did ya hoe, still |
| she’s askin’for waxin’and taxin’cause she heard a hoe squeal |
| hoes I’m, getting more plays than Showtime |
| the demon got ya screamin’with no shine |
| no time for regular run of the the mill |
| I’m packin’with steel boy soldiers |
| never no more the soul soldier. |