Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chris Lighty (feat. Camu Tao) , by - The Weathermen. Release date: 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 |