Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High Ranking , by - Timbo King. Song from the album From Babylon To Timbuktu, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.08.2011
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
High Ranking |
| You that type of rapper that’ll wear his doo rag tight |
| And if the shoe fits wear it homie, sky blue Nikes |
| I beat the dude out you, then have my crew stomp the food out you |
| Heart transplant, with my hands take immunes out you |
| Laughin' at your garbage ass and throw you in a garbage can |
| I break your mic, fist fight, this God-body Israelite |
| You know your lessons 1 through 40, still in the 40−40 |
| Poppa Wu, pride and glory, got the hood riding for me |
| GMC, TMZ, I don’t know if it’s he or she |
| Movin' like a transvest, it must be in your ancest' |
| Assets, liquidate, math-head, this is weight |
| Blood type, I know your trait, snitching, First 48 |
| Got you on confession tape, affidavit, got it dated |
| Lame loser, name user, love get the pain bruiser |
| Spray ‘em with the brain remover, dog food, Eukanuba |
| Larry Hoover, Cooper shooter, stash it with the building super |
| Yo Your mother got a rubber neck, your pops lost his social check |
| Snack jokes, cock-um-roach, bitch nigga rocking coach |
| High ranking bumbaclot Ras ho, who’s ya fakin |
| Uncle is your father’s daughter, toilet bowl is out of water |
| High ranking |
| Your daddy crack-pipe smoking, your wifey elbows are ashy, they need lotion |
| Your baby-momma sniffing coke and you fucking AIDS bitches with a broken Trojan |
| You zone-coasting, you a lightweight, you weigh about a buck-10 |
| With your clothes on soaking, eating pretzels with Bush choking |
| These bullshit rap groups, they cornier than black comedians |
| Dressing like females, doing movies in fat suits |
| Your aunt bigfoot, goonie goo goo, falling down a flight of stairs |
| You got the dragon, your breath give the cavity creeps nightmares |
| In prison you a rape victim, Al Jolson «Heaven On A Mule,» mammy singing |
| Front teeth missing, get stomped out and your brain kicked in |
| I’m nitroglycerin you pig-licking, and stinking like chitlin |
| You a new jack, you the baby that Biggie Smalls was smackin' at the christenin' |
| Your bitch grill look like she got karate-chopped by Sonny Chiba |
| Your momma so fat and old she use a VCR for a beeper |
| Your grandmamma penny-pinchin' hagglin' |
| Your granddaddy backwards alligator wrastlin' |
| Your glasses nerdier than Roger from What’s Happening? |
| Your demeanor make RuPaul look masculine |
| I’m in Europe, you’re at the corner store, that’s your idea of travelin' |
| Put you in the corner with a dunce cap |
| Your breath stankin', cut you with a shank an' you sank and your kids are |
| starving |
| You broke, ain’t got no money in the bank, and Timbo tell ‘em we high ranking |
| You that rapper in that boolay movie, playing with his booty cootie |
| Ducking from the jury duty, niggas call you foofie foofie |
| Breath smell like twilight zone, do do DO DO do do DO DO |
| Shit face, out-of-shape, pop eyes, wide awake |
| Midget hands, chicken fingers, linger with them dingy niggas |
| Background singer-speakers, run-down Louie sneakers |
| Ankle boy, tinker bell, sister steal Jheri curl |
| Dill pickle, bi-cycle, ring-worn in your perm |
| Sherm head, missing tooth, no-frill gizzard soup |
| Full breed, knock kneed, house smell like Aki |