Lyrics Kenan & Kel - Nef The Pharaoh

Kenan & Kel

Let a nigga touch me and we gon' break his jaw
I met your bitch got off the phone and dropped right in her drawers
VVS no not one flaw
Old cooked ass nigga you are not raw
And I ain’t talkin' 'bout the can when I say Airsoft
Head shot let’s see that nigga try to walk it off
Fuck rap F&M makin' hip hop
I got a hundred on whoever you can get dropped
Are you a shooter and a boss?
You niggas swear to God
I was taught to play my part I’m really in the mob
I feel like when he was choppin' out that black Saab
Two-two-threes had 'em like «Whoa» I think I’m Black Rob
You don’t appreciate the artist, if you don’t like Nas
Hit him in his left eye like I’m T-Boz
On the race for that cake like a cheetah
Vicious racks in my jeans and a Visa
Who like orange soda?
Neffy do
I just wanna bust a bag with you
Diamonds dancin' changin' colors ooh!
Bitch I’m rich, I’m only twenty-two
And I slide to the neck 'cause these niggas’ll tell
For the 90's, we was off Kenan and Kel
Your bitch grimy, I put her on a track in the
Now it’s an all-time high on cock I raise sales
Who you niggas think you foolin' with them little choppers
top make a bitch say «ah we real ones»
I used to watch PJ’s, projects, daddy whippin' that Pyrex
Beanie flipped up on the plane, that’s a high hat
You workin' at the airport, but you ain’t fly yet
Wherever you reach for my chains, that’s where you die at
I got a snake for a pet but I don’t buy rats
You call the FBI and tell 'em where your guys at
Off that and I’m faded off good
If I put down my mic, I’ma whoop ass
I get booked out in London and Paris
You do shows for the free I’m embarrassed
Ooh, broke ass wonder where your work be at?
Got my paper diagnosed I got a healthy check
You could get Nick with this cannon, wildin' out on camera
Fuck nigga think he all that he can’t handle it
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The XB got a green light
HK with a flashlight
I know these niggas wanna live my life
These pussy niggas be on
Switch it up Chang
Get back, I’m trappin' where I’m chilln' at
Hit her with that all gold rubber she think I’m Trinidad
Beast mode Marshawn Lynch, baby I’m still a sav
You undeveloped mothafucka smell like Similac
I bought a brand new foreign, tore that bitch up
Drop low and give me head, it’s a stick up
I put a bun on a Drac' he no cinnamon
You know we gonna run a train if my niggas come
Hey Pooh, why these boys actin' funny?
He said «niggas is gonna talk Nef, just get money»
My dog, ride around my city like I’m top dog
Slide down your block and drop 30 like I’m John Walsh
Shout out to my niggas wearin'
this bitch don’t trick and that shit grows
All this jewelry on my body is a glow show
We was in movies you and your niggas play the broke roles
It’s Chang Chang
We are all the Chang
See the Chang is the world, the world is Chang
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Chang