Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Once Again (Here To Kick One For You) , by - Handsome Boy Modeling School. Release date: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Once Again (Here To Kick One For You) |
| Yeah… |
| Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
| Grand Puba, Dattie X… dig it Get up out my way, it’s Grand Pub’s turn to shine |
| Hurt MCs ride the pine and get paid, no nevermind |
| One time as I sew it up like Dr. Frankenstein |
| Chickens ride the pony cause the rhyme flow genuine |
| As I do it like that, do it like this |
| Shorty watch your step or you might get Rocked like Chris |
| Are you feelin this? |
| You dig the way it’s going down? |
| Now we back in town watch all the chickens crowd around |
| Niggas try to duplicate my flow but it’s difficult |
| Like a game of Yahtzee |
| Chickens stress me out like paparazzi |
| As I flip a flow you desire |
| Dattie blaze those trees and let’s start this forest fire |
| My rhymes carry like the weight on Barry |
| Stack cheddar like Combs and buy homes like Larry |
| I be smoother than Tal, Sharp-ton like Al When you ballin everybody want to be your pal |
| No dilly-dally, baggin up the shorter alley |
| Bouncin in German cars, still playin shot-ball |
| Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you |
| For sure dog cause this is how we do Just an old fashioned love song, playin on the radio |
| Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you (2x) |
| Ah shit, I see men mitts (?) |
| Watch the green van cause inside’s the dicks |
| The prayer beads bleeds from the crucifix |
| Went tight comin out boy I be down in six |
| Or when the sun go down, or when it’s round in the BX |
| Cats on the concourse, still holdin dx (?) |
| Bums on the street often ask me for change |
| What’s change when I’m tryin to save up for the Range? |
| I want the whole world and my old girl back |
| Change that -- I want half the world, and fuck my old girl |
| You can play the hell out, like those that came before ya Your style is butt, similar to a cobra |
| That’s your pimp strut |
| But what you foes is really doin |
| Is leaving your empire in ruins |
| I’m the problem solver |
| I got the brand new revolver |
| But I got a new album too |
| I want to be here for that money and the rest of my crew |
| Yall know it’s true-- a nigga like me is due |
| Just an old fashioned love song, playin on the radio |
| Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you (2x) |
| Now you know I gots to come back strong |
| See I been doing this too goddamned long |
| For me to ever try to come back wrong |
| Check my pockets and my empty light just came on Don’t wanna do wrong so I think I’m best to make this song |
| Undeniably satisfiably master microphone mutilator |
| None greater, ain’t no Automator |
| Grand Puba and Dattie, riding shotty in the Mazarati |
| As we come and blaze you with this body |
| Corner poets get smacked and hit, savagely bit |
| I go git and then you out of it, permission to quit |
| I mean right, I keep the green light specials |
| Half price a slice, you blink twice |
| I done picked up the dice |
| I’m that nice, Dattie X the party-starter |
| Number one heart-ripper-aparter |
| More vice and gambling than Las Vegas, Nevada |
| I try harder every day |
| It’s all work and no play |
| Just an old fashioned love song, playin on the radio |
| Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you (2x) |