Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pregnant, artist - Madchild. Date of issue: 12.12.1994
Song language: English
Pregnant |
| I make heads nod like a hot-rod with hydraulics |
| The beer drinkin' rapper plastered like the alcoholics |
| I smash kids that frolic or tip-toe through the tulips |
| Smack a bowcat then whip his ass like an orange |
| With aggression I sanction on the mic |
| Feel the pressure from the people frantic branded as the young gun professor |
| Yes sir i’m fresher, i don’t need to be a boaster |
| But i’m the guy that’s fly like the great space coaster |
| One tough cookie, still a rookie with the kids |
| To have all the girls feelin all the pockets in my pants? |
| No, but I hope I can do the hokey-pokey |
| Turn myself around, kid, cause I’m still fucking broke |
| Madchild |
| Girls jock the way I rock this obnoxious concoction |
| I’m swift with the gift to talking quick like at an auction |
| The angry kid about to flip my lid and rock the cradle |
| Try to battle, its suicidal, my style is fatal, so |
| Strap on the wrist-straps I never kiss the piss-flaps |
| When I rap I tap the bottle then I twist caps |
| but I be the better MC, cause my initials are official |
| Artificial styles get me riled up and that’s rough, pup |
| Your stuff sucks and I get wild and its tough luck |
| You space case |
| Put mace in your face, no distortion |
| I’m taking out kids on the mic like an abortion |
| They’re forcing these punk off the stage as they squeal |
| But still, I’d like a real record deal |
| Q-Bert |
| Its the motha with the fuck and the mad nasty bastard |
| Making shit flip cause you knows we have to |
| Call me Dred Scott cause I got nothin' ta lose |
| When Q’s on the ones and the twos |
| Fools see me comin in the year of '94 |
| So let me grab another Heiny from the store |
| Enter the dragon if you’re laggin' on the two-step |
| Yeah |
| You slept on the J to the D E F |
| Guess its kinda easy when you’re in the background |
| But here’s a new sound. |
| Baby that I found |
| So check the linguistics cause I’m sweet like lip stick |
| And if the liquor’s there, I’m going to get licked quick |
| For real though, people just wanna fuck your mind |
| But I just have the beat, hit me two more times |
| Cause its one for the treble, two for the Honda Civic |
| If you don’t know who this is, I’ma tell you who it is |
| Its the Asian Caucasian from the |
| Make a lot of damn beats but I’m still flat broke |
| So big up to my niggas of the B.S. |
| crew |
| Hey, crystal’s in the house, yo, I thought you knew |
| Madchild |
| I’m dapper, smooth over the rough like a lapper |
| '86 skater later turned into a rapper |
| So, clap your hands to the beat vibe |
| But my shoes are old news and iv’e got holes in my socks |
| I rocks the mic swell in this group What the Hell |
| Well here’s a little story I’ve got to tell |
| About two bad b-boys with big hopes and dreams |
| Who drive across the country just to step on the scene |
| I signed the dotted-line but I guess i’m a bust |
| Because i’ve been livin' in my car for about 6 months |
| Without a, pot to piss in |
| Listen up to my story |
| They didn’t even think of saying sorry |
| But back on track, to the fact, a record contract is usually black |
| So if you got one, be prepared to get a lawyer |
| Or you’ll be up shit’s creek without a paddle |
| Oh yeah, its no joke my friends, so you must run |
| Cause mama’s don’t want you to get burned |
| But me, I live for Hip-Hop so I’ll keep rhyming and stuff |
| And just remember my name |
| Cause I’m a diamond in the rough |
| Madchild |