Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ninety Nine , by - John Forté. Release date: 25.02.2016
Song language: English
Ninety Nine |
| Me and my crew in a little tour show |
| Learned to flip the door with the money we’ve got |
| The blocks stay hot, getting knocked it’s on |
| Till one by one, we were gone |
| Subway sparks after dark |
| Flash the message: something’s out there |
| Yo John, that was the eighties man |
| This is ninety-nine |
| It’s crazy out there |
| Flash the message: something’s out there |
| John Forté, uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Hey yo, John Forté |
| Yo… yo… |
| Hustle big, hustle small |
| All y’all relate to it |
| I’m a a culture power, baby, when I run right through it |
| What the biz, money? |
| You know John and what it is |
| But then again too many yes-men… |
| (Wyclef: «Yo John, they missed it.») |
| Hustle big, hustle small |
| All y’all relate to it |
| I’m a a culture power, baby, when I slide right through it |
| What the biz, money? |
| You know John and what it is |
| Then again too many yes-men inside the business |
| We stay grungy |
| Risk take on streets like a bungee |
| Hoes get nothing from me |
| I’m-a die feeling hungry |
| Rappers too complacent |
| I make hits in the basement |
| Got all the men on top wondering where they placement |
| If it’s real, then it’s real |
| And it ain’t no replacement |
| Them jealous cats who talk need to all walk adjacent |
| I trifold y’all all into a image my mold |
| So I can teach you how to walk, eat, drink, and buy gold |
| My shit is iz-ill |
| Wear three condoms out in Brazil |
| Brothers from the 'ville no fault at the iz-ill |
| Wanna have a duke? |
| Get real! |
| How you fiz-eel? |
| You couldn’t stick me if you brought the chisel |
| What the diz-eal? |
| Eat four stars at every miz-eal |
| You kiz-ill the vibe |
| You just high from the twiz-ill |
| And sti-zill I flow riz-ill, leave you fiz-ill |
| And leave y’all all stuck like Jack from without the Jiz-ill |
| What? |
| Me and my crew in a little tour show |
| Learned to flip the door with the money we’ve got |
| (Make the money) |
| The blocks stay hot, getting knocked it’s on |
| Till one by one, we were gone |
| (I'm gone) |
| Subway sparks after dark |
| Flash the message: something’s out there |
| (Suicide. It’s a suicide. Parappa!) |
| Flash the message: something’s out there |
| I shoot the gift cop |
| Find John at the strip spot |
| Juggling three who all know to keep their lips locked |
| I don’t get got |
| I told y’all before: it’s hot |
| Fuck the floss |
| I’m the boss when I rock flip-flops |
| Culture hip-hop |
| Before I take your head you should skip bop |
| Or find us in your homes with the chrome and the shits cocked |
| What? |
| Hey y’all pose hard, but they rip up |
| I leave them enemies with their lips shut |
| Did what? |
| Yo money ease up how you cease us |
| You better off reefin' lighting trees up |
| Smoking with your mens fantasizing something swiftly |
| But little did you know I had the whole country with me |
| Little do you know (3x) |
| I got the whole country with me |
| Little do you know, huh? |
| Refugee Camp All-stars |
| Dirty Cash, C.O., Wyclef Jean |
| Nutzbaby, Nutzbaby |
| John Forté, where you at baby? |
| Come on |