Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goldyn Chyld, artist - Ras Kass. Date of issue: 14.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goldyn Chyld |
| Yeah yeah |
| We gonna send this one out |
| To all the niggas |
| That want beef. |
| They got baby teeth |
| That’s why you can’t eat, you little faggot |
| That Primo shit, Rassy Kassy, Goldyn Chyld |
| Ya know |
| Its the R-ah-A-S, K-A-double S |
| Ejecting airbag, wreck a nigga’s bubble S-Class |
| What’s comin' next? |
| Let’s mash |
| Get so high walkin' I catch jetlag |
| If it ain’t Hennessy and OJ, homie miss me |
| Keep my hairline down to the Nike sign crispy |
| Spit be, strictly mini-me Bin Laden’s |
| Mixed with 16 men with life in the pen ridin' |
| Gangsta — fuck how many records you sell |
| Get put on the missing milk carton in XXL |
| And it’s NOTHIN, let’s double the dare |
| Dick so deep down ya bitch mouth, I’ll cum in her hair |
| Guns and ones in the air, niggas with stripes |
| Shootin kites, posted on low-rider bikes |
| Gat named Russell Simmons, God bless and good night |
| You done fucked up like Crip walkin' by Suge Knight |
| That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel |
| I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld |
| Come on, come on, yo |
| Ask the crew if I’m nice, they all say true |
| That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel |
| I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld |
| The baddest flow… niggas know… |
| Guess I’m a rap nigga, 'cause homeboy, its a wrap |
| Commit a driveby with the Music Express van and toss the gat |
| Hop on a red eye to NYC though |
| D&D, linked with Primo |
| And I’m hungry, so I’mma take what you got |
| Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like 2Pac |
| My rap style is chic/Sheek like two L.O.X |
| Word on a few blocks; |
| my technique’s too hot |
| I repeat, DO NOT get it twisted |
| Get ya head a brick or «Park» in 106, bitch |
| They catch me exprayin a halo, with an immitation J-Lo, ya know |
| Haters lay low |
| Who the only West Coast nigga to air out Kay Slay mixtapes tho? |
| (Rassy) Mo' dirty, SC 430 |
| Steering with my knee, eating a plate of beef curry, beyotch! |
| That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel |
| I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld |
| Come on, come on, yo |
| Ask the crew if I’m nice, they all say true |
| That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel |
| I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld |
| The baddest flow… niggas know… |
| I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy |
| Boricuas call me papi, when they pop their «p» |
| Used to pop-lock at Locke in Watts |
| Pop locks and burglarize spots |
| Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy, graduated to Suzuki’s |
| Hot soda pop or pop bottles at Sky Sushi |
| Ask me what’s poppin? |
| Most likely your collarbone |
| Ever had the feeling when ya by yourself, you’re not alone? |
| With Big Brother, and Big Brother see you |
| I’m hard-headed, my dick look like R2D2 |
| Mini-me too, speed through in the V-1−2 |
| C-Arson style, know how we do |
| All money is legal, dead pres and green eagles |
| You funny style like Bernie Mac, rapping like Beanie Siegel |
| Goldyn Chyld of the West, don’t know how to act though |
| Kicked off the Up in Smoke tour for scrappin' with Staff Pro |
| That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel |
| I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld |
| Come on, come on, yo |
| Ask the crew if I’m nice, they all say true |
| That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel |
| I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld |
| The baddest flow… niggas know… |
| That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel |
| I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld… |