Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pass It Off , by - Down Low ReckaSong from the album Pass It Off, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.06.1994
Record label: Noo Trybe
Song language: English
Pass It Off |
| My style is mad funky, gots to show the funk |
| Don’t need a girl who be traps like a ho |
| Which means I’m baggin bitches, my rhymes is gettin fatter |
| I dropped a lyrical bomb, y’all seem to scatter |
| You talk and chit chatter, it really don’t matter |
| I’m too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter |
| I’m a basketcase like the man with the chainsaw |
| Underground sounds that I rip from the core |
| The superfly, funktastic, never took a loss |
| Cause I chose to burn competition like a torch |
| Got a short fuse, when I’m lit I’m outta touch |
| I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud |
| Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol |
| You beat me in a battle? |
| Ha ha, now that’s a riddle |
| I like to keep my style pumpin on the regular |
| I’m the man, takin calls like I’m on a cellular |
| I pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage |
| On one hand I’m rough and on the other hand I’m rugged |
| Pass it off to the right so I can flip kid |
| Shorty wildstyle, not for that old ill shit |
| Wu-Tang slang I’m puttin in your brain |
| You don’t want it, they don’t want it, niggas don’t want it |
| Don’t flex boy because my shit is real |
| I’m sendin chills through your body like my man Evander Holyfield (oooh) |
| Everyday is get rough out in my town |
| That’s Staple-town |
| Every other day a body’s found, yo |
| Got mad stacks, don’t even move kid I’m strapped |
| Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack |
| Here’s a warning, I gets my meth and my forty and gets lifted |
| And fly in the sky like Mike Jordan |
| Now here we go, I’m back for mo' check the flow |
| Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show |
| Cause niggas is borin, ohh you got me yawnin |
| You come and go easy like a Sunday mornin |
| Pass the method, I wanna get blunted |
| That’s how I knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wanted |
| So I brung it, pass the mic, watch me tongue it |
| Now you done it |
| Tried to flip then you fronted |
| Well I’m a bad little bastard how can you ask it |
| Many tried to flip and stick but got blasted |
| And dropkicked by a nigga that’s mad sick and wicked |
| Got more skins than a click kid |
| A rebel that switch his level just like a devil |
| For those who rock heavy metal I bash you with a shovel |
| Cause me and my boys make noise up and down the block |
| I rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spot |
| Cause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground |
| With a fat sound that funk like James Brown |
| I hope you listen cause I wasn’t babblin no mission |
| A blank eye then run outta ammunition |
| On your ass real fast, no second thoughts you get blasted |
| So heed the words from the bad little bastard |