Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Armand Assante, artist - Hot KarlDate of issue: 30.12.1998
Song language: English
Armand Assante |
| «Baby, don’t let me suffer, cause another won’t do |
| Baby, don’t let me suffer, cause another won’t do» |
| The game’s on, Hot Karl dominates y’all ears |
| I’m making suckas disappear like Amil’s career |
| I’m just joking but you having trouble coping |
| Cause you beating me is like Def Leppard’s drummer jump-roping (not happening) |
| Cause me and Kanye made this real picante |
| And grande, while you suckas act Armand Assante |
| Suburban strangler, angled to rip a stranger |
| With lyrics so hard I even make Mystikal say «danger» |
| And right here’s an MC that you should fear |
| Underground like snuff films, throwing 'bows like Laimbeer |
| Crushing the rest 'til there ain’t nobody left |
| And if I don’t go double platinum then I’m blaming Wyclef |
| So rhyme for rhyme, line for line let’s get it done |
| None other will do when my crew’s out there having fun |
| Punchlines like landmines, Bensonhurst to Anaheim |
| I’m dropping dimes while y’all suckas silent like pantomimes |
| What |
| Don’t let me |
| Run off at the mouth |
| I’m always into something, got everybody running |
| It’s my year, dawg, warn Tyrese that I’m coming (I'm coming!) |
| Fucking up the scene, take away the self-esteem |
| The Jewish Jay-Z, call me William Hollastein (Hova!) |
| I keep attacking and send your crew packing |
| Nobody’s feeling you, like Kobe Bryant rapping (ouch) |
| So keep on yapping, it’s obvious you hate me |
| Real racy, expose myself like I was K-Ci |
| Now I’m bringing new views to the table |
| Able to bring in more kids than Jermaine Dupri’s label (so def) |
| Take you out and watch you blow come to an end |
| Able to go three the hard way without Puffy’s friends (let's did it) |
| Changed the game before one song was finished |
| Spent so much cash, made Farmclub go out of business (ching!) |
| You ain’t touching the Baldwins at all |
| It’s a family dawg, drink babies and suck balls |
| Like what |
| Don’t let me |
| Run off at the mouth |
| Can’t wait until I’m platinum and drowning in wealth |
| So I can talk about my cash and sound like everyone else |
| Wrecking this, more infectious than asbestos |
| Making heads bob up and down like motherfucking Pez dispensers |
| I’ll take your wig and part it in the middle |
| Cause any one of ya mizzles ain’t fucking with Hot Kizzle (nope) |
| And that’s for shizzle, obvious and of course |
| Dangerous like sporting ice to the next Source Awards |
| The shit I kick is on a unique level |
| And we call it rebel when we got some fights that we want settled |
| Beatin' em 'til they can’t hear like Halle Berry |
| You try hard but still fuck up, like Darryl Strawberry |
| Rip you apart, so baby don’t start |
| Driving down Mulholland in a Hummer go-kart |
| This is lyric shit, tough shit, never soft |
| Hot Karl dot com, log on, fuck off |
| Fuck off |
| Don’t let me |
| Run off at the mouth |
| Hot Karl |
| Ripping up some lyric shit for you |
| That is, in case you had any questions about the content |
| Yo |
| Hot Karl |
| Kanye West |
| Uh |
| Right up in your grill like that |