Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Flow On The Rodeo , by - King Just. Release date: 15.05.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Flow On The Rodeo |
| Well here I am, the funky man wit the ill manner |
| Don’t spasm, cuz I be y’all bad mamma jamma |
| I told ya couldn’t fuck wit me, nanananana |
| I turn Incredible Hulk back into David Bammer |
| I am a slammin this shit just like a human hammer |
| And rock suits from Timbuktu to Alabama |
| Is the matter, and chocolate here comes the sword |
| Hit us hard, but now we livin large, oh my God |
| Yo it’s on, movin in like Desert Storm |
| Droppin bombs, ring the alarm, where’s my bong? |
| Light it up, cuz I’mma smoke shit just like a Gemini |
| For niggas who don’t remember, yo Mo Bee |
| Make it easy, girls wanna seize me |
| Believe me, it’s the same shit at the 6 G |
| Harvard tactics, breakin niggas backwards |
| The Zoo stickin niggas like cactus, for practice |
| These fake rappers, try to chill and make a pill |
| Knowin they ain’t real, knowin they ain’t got skills |
| I’m from the Hill, where niggas go to toe to toe |
| In other words, no flows on the rodeo |
| Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo |
| Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo |
| Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo |
| Yo, no flows on the rodeo |
| Holy cow, the kangaroo, they let the wildest nigga out the Zoo |
| It’s the bird who flew the coup on the first scoop |
| Who blew the roof? |
| Poof, straight into the Mystics |
| Super sadistic, I’m butter like a biscuit |
| Oh shit kid, watch the sonic boom get boomer |
| I flip hits and shits, and free my kazoomas |
| On like Pumas, and niggas can’t throw me out |
| Cuz the rhymes I give’ll get ya dick hard like pencil stout |
| Shout, a little bit louder now |
| Who’s that nigga goin, aow, aow |
| Style, makes me superhyginetic |
| Fuck athletics, I’m dope and poetic |
| Forget it, cuz niggas don’t want none |
| Can’t get none, probably done before they see the outcome |
| The Drum, is the constant beat in my ear |
| The Warrior, is me, because I have no fear |
| I sware, to my little seed, take heed |
| Cuz in this rap shit, I’mma succeed and smoke weed |
| And get lifted, high as a kite |
| You can’t fuck wit the rhymes I write |
| So you write, tonight’s the night |
| I’m ready to fight, it’s on and it’s war |
| I turn, I shoot, I score |
| I’m like a threat to a needle, make more hits than Beatles |
| And stay sharp like a church steeple |
| For my people, I gotta put 'em on somehow |
| Is the faces you meet up, is the ones you meet goin down? |
| Bow, I’m blowin up spots this year |
| I don’t care, so rollin up the owls in the stairs |
| Be prepared, for all types of shit like this |
| Hits after hits, it can only be Black Fist |
| Shit, what you thinkin |
| The reason, I’m the shit is cuz I’m stinkin |
| Ya niggas is dead like Abe Lincoln |
| I’m thinkin, I’m a fuckin master plan |
| It be the man, that made me the man that I am |
| God damn, the nigga slams like NBA Jam |
| Tryin to battle me, is tryin to drown Aquaman |
| It couldn’t happen, I’m still on the Staten |
| Still rappin, still keepin the crowd clappin |
| I’m blastin, all up in the like a shuttle |
| Makin other rap squads go in a huddle, leave a puddle |
| Of blood for my niggas lock down, one love |
| For you niggas who don’t like me, blaow, catch a slug |
| What, '95 |
| No one survive |