Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kizz My Black Azz, artist - MC Ren. Album song Kizz My Black Azz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Villain Entertainment
Song language: English
Kizz My Black Azz |
You can kiss my black ass because you sucked my dick off |
My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough |
This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets |
And most of all it’s to the wack; |
muthafuckas with wack beats |
Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes |
Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news |
I’m hittin number one the first week that I’m released |
And my muthafuckin business and my bank account increase |
Bitches ride the poke and niggas ride the sack |
So I guess that you can say they’re both caught in the impact |
Niggas in my neighborhood ain’t about nothin |
The poor broke muthafuckas think I owe em something |
But I don’t owe them shit but a what’s up for a hello |
And ask for a job, the answer is hell no |
Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry |
Cause lookin at me crazy, that shit ain’t gonna change me |
But some of them are cool, and they know who they are |
They’re the ones who used to kick it with me when I couldn’t afford a car |
But the others talk shit behind my back |
The main muthafuckas always sayin they gotta rap |
Wait to make a record like it happens overnight |
But the rhymes are always sloppy and they’re never ever tight |
Then they get pissed when I tell them that it’s wack |
But Ren ain’t a pussy, so step the fuck back |
And kiss my black ass |
Kizz My Black Azz, Kizz My Black Azz |
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I’m tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage |
Save the shit for parades |
And while you’re at it, why don’t you dress like a clown |
And draw yourself a permanent frown |
Cause the pioneers didn’t draw bands in the blueprints |
Because it wouldn’t make sense |
Rappers doin this should retire |
Niggas lookin like Earth, Wind & Fire |
People don’t go to rap shows so they can hear a band |
It’s like a man tryin to fuck a man |
It defeats the whole purpose |
It’s like a fish tryin to swim on the surface |
A big circus, all that’s missin is a tent |
Because the shit ain’t worth five cents |
So a nigga like Ren’ll take a stand |
To say a real rap artist don’t need a band |
All you need on the stage is meat and bones |
Save the band shit for Quincy Jones |
And no more singin on the breaks, please |
The shit is spreadin fast like disease |
And for them I’ll be a cure, pure |
You know that I know I’m sure — so I’mma trap on my lure |
Every hypocritical muthafucka that’s suckin with the rap |
Give him a real nigga slap — kiss my black ass |
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Now rappers in the business talk shit behind my back |
Just because their shit ain’t sellin and people call it wack |
But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect |
Them jealous muthafuckas know I clock crazy checks |
Sayin I wouldn’t sell if I didn’t cuss |
But while they fuss — I’m going gold, they goin dust |
Barely standin the light of the lime |
Life’s a bitch with some pussy-ass rhymes |
But they always on my dick when they see me |
I think beneath that point, they wanna be me |
I don’t break my neck to be in other niggas' videos |
Standin around like hoes |
But them other niggas gotta do it for pub |
Because nobody recognize them in the club |
And when they see me they wanna kick it, so people’ll stare |
Quit swinging on my dick hairs |
And as soon as I leave, the muthafuckas start yappin |
Run they mouth like a bitch, better than they do rappin |
And I don’t need a crew |
Because a crew can’t do shit that a real nigga can’t do |
So to all y’all niggas that’s down with a crew |
How does it feel to be number two? |
Kissin another nigga’s ass so you can slick sign a autograph |
And move people out his path |
And that’s the reason I’mma diss you |
Stuff your mouth with tissue |
And kiss my black ass |
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