Dj Kay Slay

Dj Kay Slay - '90s Flow lyrics

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Can’t nobody stop my flow

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

I rap New York way above the rest

Crippling a double, knocking, crippling his best

Fuck all you hoes, get a grip, motherfucker!

.. shoot you, peace, the beat gonna touch ya!

Slay, hit me up, say he the black fat..

So I pull the... grab the straps, now I’m going in!

Mind on my money, and money bring the problems

See, my mind never funny, wasn’t laughing when I shot ‘em!

Summertime in the city with the bodies dry

The enemies throw a party like it’s Mardi Grass.

Nigga, I’m right here, you know right where

BX New York, polos and nightgales!

I’m liable to bring a lie to a dark fight,

Reliable to push the.... in an off night

Slay got the streets locked ... got the gun back

Told ‘em thirteen for the half, and he brought it back!

Hook:

It’s not a game, this is not a show

We do it up for the money, cause it’s all we know!

So go and tell your folks, can’t nobody stop my flow!

Yo, yo, yo you would think I’m in a lounge, man...everywhere

Won’t blink like .. from Time Square

What he done here? She fucking with a crime...

.. stuck like a blunt, dead!.

Ya make sure I fix the G

Do want to cook it around here, unless Chris Steven on me

Together we live, forever I burn

With an antibiotic flow controlling our germs.

Mediate crowd up cartel,

I’m riding up on a double O swish sipping Martel.

’86 joint, you can ask Marcel

Greater niggas... gray and black, ourselves!

Put your ear to the speaker, this is rap Easter

Snatch niggas eggs and shit, boon your senorita

Lounge blacks smoking just fifteen and three spots

Engine just too far, you can’t eaves drop!

You can’t sneeze!

I’ve got the slowest... just ‘em high power,

Look... in the trees, hop!

Hop over my gate, I come up blaze

And the nigga stay in a race, so I ain’t crazy!

Pulling shots... rushing heads cooling in Amsterdam

The wind chill, fact is a rap.

My telescope is solid golden, the dress is clear

Stun magazine is a gear.

We don’t know how to cook rhyme and sing

Most of my bling is auction

Now I’m in the...suit and the ring

Forbes tour, smell out the fragrance...

Harry wins the... belt for my pants, aha!

A hundred for the necklace, two hundred on the watch

That affects shit... your money and pill I can’t protect this!

You live in the tranches...

Guns is under the love, sleep with the gun dust!

Pump one, pump more, pass the suitcase with the blue faces

Rob a bank, wrap the shoe laces.

Yeah, I can’t call it! It’s just living out in orbit!

The shit’s so hard, who gotta talk this?

I wear shiny suits with puffy freestyles...

Make reservoir for hoes, and I’m back, my nig!

Who grave your flow? I’ll show you how to dig!

Half for that boy, more key at the...

Drop the EP, now New York is in a frenzy

And waiting on the...

These lil niggas rapping like they’re twelve

So I guess they’re waiting on their pop

Old nigga, new nigga, need to know this

Ain’t none of ya fucking with this styles and..

This ain’t beef, this lyrical is spouring

The beat is when I’m sitting in the garage, you park it, park

Still I go out on the block, get high, get goons adapt

What you was only when you rap?

Put the gun down, pussy! Who the fuck you gonna clap?

Get the fuck out the game! If it wasn’t.... that shit

14 will be a god damn Saint, nigga!

Hook:

It’s not a game, this is not a show

We do it up for the money, cause it’s all we know!

So go and tell your folks, ain’t nobody stop my flow!

You already know, that’s why I got you, baby!

I rather get a Grammy, and I eventually will

Right now my main focus.... this pill

Bentley for real, Jay Ray, haters want me dead

But the world want me living, fuck prision, I’m in position!

Tick-tock condition, listen, I’m on my toes

Get pussy on the rap, got my time for these hoes

Act these niggas write comedy shows, cold blood and...

Don’t want shooting out, don’t want...

I suppose niggas you’re forty and live for one story.

Dwaggy ain’t in a game with me, my killers came with me!

Watching everything shifty

I was trained to lay down like Martin King

Keep dirt on my name, verse in flame hit your brain

Ain’t like Sadam Hussein

Give it to any nigga, any terrain!

Fuck what niggas saying, man, I’m trying to maintain, nigga, yeah!

Trying to maintain!

Hey yo, it’s 9-6

Came in the game, no tricks

98.. the shit, where I...

Rest in peace, Chris!

He blessed glamorous, can glamour it

Still is vomiting, real niggas honor it

I used to fuck with hoes, and broke up, then they vomit it

Swing sword, good bell Lord, we’re on the...

Was raised to protect my moms

Dudes, dudes bust through the triple fat goons

Army for... take the bus lose

Still smoke tree plants, kill her on the troops

.. I am a sympathizer..

Them shit niggas, they’re...

And now I... and sound like my fucking town, dwag

I want that shit as my shit, I’m Rambo!

Fuck it! And I’m gonna tell the niggas, suck my dick!

But if they’re hating on this, one time, I’ll suck my dick

Hook:

It’s not a game, this is not a show

We do it up for the money, cause it’s all we know!

So go and tell your folks, ain’t nobody stop my flow!

Promised the ball on my under dwag, I don’t like none of ya!

With this.. friend or foe, I keep it gunned, dwag!

The spirit up... and ain’t shining, ya!

Biggie small, big Al and big...

That’s everything that you like in your lyrics

My flow is the result to the crack epidemic

Uh, dirty murders, baby, yeah

Murder, murder, baby!

Yeah, shooting baby powder, you’re a... baby!

Nothing to fuck with, known for the dwag shit

Streets certified, hood known Republic...

You are now tuned, getting to the drama hour, what?

... I promote a New York with gas and low

Guns and roses like... nigga

You say subliminal shit, but you ain’t saying no names

Don’t fuck with me, yeah, you’re playing no games!

Tremendous career, the legacy of

A dirty lil New York good...

Locked in a cage, shot in a face

The fall from grace in this hip hop thing!

The music shoot through my veins

My talk get locked in my brain, and I won’t talk!

My heart is too passionate to get your satisfaction to see me all

Broke and fucked up, but that won’t be none of

Imagine that it’s not happening

This is my brain, my dream, my dream, dreams

Niggas trying to take my dreams!

It seems you wanna put hoes and my confidence low

So waste your time! It can’t be done!

My shit made it, titanium and you’re soft like pillows!

Hook:

It’s not a game, this is not a show

We do it up for the money, cause it’s all we know!

So go and tell your folks, ain’t nobody stop my flow!

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