Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stephanie, artist - JabeeDate of issue: 05.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stephanie |
| Ever heard of me |
| Open heart surgery |
| Hardcore poetic informed without burglary |
| Hard-body trained to fight the revolution |
| Cause I grew up on Spike Lee and Pac’s music |
| My dialog will put shadows on the Sun |
| Rock Paper Scissors |
| Bombs blades and guns |
| I never had hoop dreams I was too short |
| Wanted to be like my pops with a box of new-ports |
| He used to bump Too Short in his Cadillac |
| And now they call me Too Short with some swag to match |
| And half of that, is just to get my passion back |
| I made a vow never end up like these rappin cats |
| Super Ugly fool so wheres the fashion at |
| Sackcloth Fashion Expo, Special delivery |
| My history is misery |
| I watched Malcolm X and Ruby Bridges religiously |
| Oklahoma. |
| Respect us and I put that on the set cuz, Blood |
| What ever your callin, ballin |
| Just like im Lil Troy, just to make a little noise |
| Sick of deception arrested without confession |
| Murdered the whole game using words as a weapon |
| Smith and Wesson blast then ask questions Ugly! |
| Carlitta Durand (Chorus) |
| Your show is ugly, a monster super ugly, super ugly |
| Your show is ugly, a monster super ugly, super ugly |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, yeah |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, yeah |
| This for Ferrison, breathe deep, breathe easy |
| When opposites attack, rap competition lacks |
| Hitting switches like it’s 92, or 93, nothing but a G |
| Currency till I’m free |
| Magnified to the 10th, I’ve been cool since I was 6 |
| Remember me, the same kid in 8th grade, bumping El-P on tape |
| Super ugly in the face, acrylic with the lyrics how I crafted |
| Old dirty bastard, Mumia and Assata, caprices and impalas |
| Im a rider and You don’t wanna |
| I Pray my words spread past Oklahoma |
| Black man, black skin, vampire smiling |
| And you so awful, homie, I’m so awesome |
| Tipping 44 out the sun roof flossing |
| Super ugly, the eyes of the beholder |
| Holster, over, I’m supposed to get closer |
| Closer, yeah, closer to the edge |
| So don’t push me, I’m Mike Tyson in the head |
| Carlitta Durand (Chorus) |
| Your show is ugly, a monster super ugly, super ugly |
| Your show is ugly, a monster super ugly, super ugly |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, yeah |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, yeah |