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… |