Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chris Lighty (feat. Camu Tao), artist - The Weathermen.
Date of issue: 04.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chris Lighty (feat. Camu Tao) |
I wrote a rhyme to a beat |
Sipping a Sam Adams |
Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms |
Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms |
Now niggas want war like Edwin Starr |
But what is it good for? |
(Absolutely nothing) |
I’m saying, Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was (Absolutely fronting) |
Cause fronting’s been see through like Vin Diesel |
I’m in the back of club smacking up two people |
I’m in the back with your girl trading sweet secrets |
Rubbing on your honey and getting them tits leaking |
And if I’m too slick for niggas, switch to triggers |
Shoot me up with fifths of liquor, help me out |
When I’m out pitch hits to niggas |
And if the club is stuck or lame, punk we heat it up |
And if your girl say she stuck on brain, we eat it up |
Cause 'Mu's been cracking since What’s Happening? |
How you gonna push the shit forward when your ass backwards? |
Attitudes wanna change when the cash stack up |
Shoot thangs when they attack using a black magnum |
Listen… niggas…are you ready for fun? |
How you gonna front in a house when it’s heavy with guns? |
Chop up your body have your rolling with chunks, niggas… |
I wrote a rhyme to beat |
Sipping a Pale Bass |
Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash |
Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash |
Now niggas want war like Edwin Star |
But what is it good for? |
(Absolutely nothing) |
I’m saying, Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was (Absolutely fronting) |
You know my health is New York but my elbows are Southern |
Comfort spilled on my shirt, change the pattern |
MC’s better eat they veggies |
I’m Four times Fantastic |
Unseen, rock hard and flexible |
Plus my flesh is fire suitable |
Yo, who you rocking for? |
To the cats in the front who be acting ill |
And the chicks in the back with the skirts that peel |
Haha |
She’s hoping for my index skill |
Cause I was backstage up in her Massengill |
Niggas jerk all night looking for skins to kill |
Now we wake up with the Morning After pills |
I think my tongue needs a dance floor |
Cause my vernacular is like fancy movement |
And if you ever test my crew |
You might not live that long to dispute it |
Put your money where your mouth is |
I’ll knock your teeth out |
We don’t play fair, yeah, that’s the street route |
What’s the beef about? |
Life ain’t that long |
Niggas squeeze 'em out you put it in a rap song |