Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mansion and a Yacht, artist - Kurious
Date of issue: 17.01.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mansion and a Yacht |
Yeah, check this out, y’all, sadat x, mike g, kurious jorge |
And the whole squad up in here, what? |
listen, listen |
I’m a do this right here for my main man jorge |
Said bring some old school, so i brought some leather docs |
Sadat x here, from the 120 blocks |
In harlem, uptown breeds stardom |
Mike g, jb’s, puff the l, get ??? |
up the honey gets tuned up Because the jimmy had the dream to write the rhyme |
Rip the beat up, that uptown shit will make you ampede up, yo yo Yo yo, get with this shit, it’s the hit to make you fumble |
Just a nubian constipated monkey in the jungle |
Humble rap, peep the thermostat, shit be hot |
Kurious the magician got a mansion and a yacht |
We came to rock it, don’t stop it Because the party has begun |
So come on females get on the dance floor |
And the fellas have some fun |
Ah check it out, my dimetion’s esquisite, i invite you to visit |
Is it the shit that i be doing, brewing in your crew with my rhyme blizzard |
Hit you in the head can’t stop it Dropping jewels like a thief with a hole in his pocket |
No doubt remedies antidotes cutthroats choke |
>from her be hands hitting your throat, don’t front check your coat |
We came to have a ball, sadat x on point |
Mick make your call |
It’s like water clear flows, the group that i take |
Can’t be taken by a softball heads and low cuts |
>from the prime stock ??? |
around the block |
Rarely weed smoking, never catch the pocket dred |
Mine be line with the thing for the head, it’s like that, yo We don’t wanna be left behind |
All we wanna do is just blow your mind |
We don’t wanna be left behind |
All we wanna do is just blow your mind |
Just one more time |
Here we go like this, check it It’s getting late and i’m a burst |
I gotta get uptown to my own compound |
Give a call to my lady, heat up the dinner |
Hey jorge you know how we do, i’m a see you in a few |
Mike g, my man, it was great |
Peace to new york state, and hard working new yorkers |
Step on the trash talkers slid on a pair of british walkers |
Sadat x i got the fright of pride |
My shit is hot, kid think not? |
>from melrose to patterson, lexin>on to madison |
Mecca on 8, the 45th on the corner |
All getting props, the kid with black nike high tops |
The veteran of the 4 train strain |
I like to rhyme but the ??? |
in the rain |
Come on, taste it don’t waste it It’s gonna catch it, just face it New york connect make you do a head check |
But now go and get pet |
Because the crowd is select k. |
jorge |
Made out the touch tone, mad sessions was done, bones |
Hypertone, blown headphones it feels good |
The flow’s endless, torturous, feel full bless |
I hold my firece, k. |
jorge rip the mic |
Til the beat is dismissed like that y’all |
Well i was walking through the jungle with a stick in my hand |
And if bland is how it stands right according to plan |
We be getting iller, manilla, now we provide the thriller |
Watch a constipated monkey pound his chest like a gorilla |
Nowadays people praise be bugging |
Think i got mad loot, it’s sad, i’m glad, fuck what you think |
I’m cute, whatever, but if you was clever |
You’d know i’m broker than the brokest and i’m uglier than ever |
Precise like ice, i slid in cool |
Big cotta, lord sear, prince from powerule |
Highly pleasurable, like having sex |
I’m cracking becks with mike g, playing madam with x |
«don't stop rocking to the rhythm cause i get down"(repeat til fade) |