Kriss Kross - Live And Die for Hip-Hop lyrics
rate meChorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me
smoke it til' I'm high if you ever seen me
rock than you know that I- live
and die for the things I do slang I use
breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2X)
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1st Verse: Mack Daddy & Da Brat
I devoted my whole life to rockin' mics
gettin crowds lifted put my pants on
backwards caus' I wanted to be.... different.
I keeps'em with a crease tom peeps
burn to nucci, house full of hunnies
sportin' gucci, cuttin' coochie.
I'm the man girlfriend, luxury I swim
macadocious to the most brown sex and
slim, state of uptrends, known for
making divedends and millions my people
jump, jump, jump, jump.
Who chose to be the next nigga to
step get deleted by death undefeated ain't no
thang to put that body to rest chest
filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the
collar. Follow me 'cause my dollars
makin' more cents than common.
Robbin' you for your money and your
diamonds endangerin' your species,
more like a woman than the bee gees.
No remorse steady smokin' plenty
grass let it go and let Da Brat commence to be
the baddest hoe.
Chorus
2nd Verse: Daddy Mack & Mr. Black
Nothin' but a C big party (twelve until)
see I'm the daddy of the mack and at
the top of world I chill keep real,
my feela' work consists of that (a thuggish
ass niggas sayin' way to keep'em pissed)
my life I wouldn't tread it, to me
it's nothin' better, wakin' up when
I wanna sportin' Jay-boogie leather.
Autographs (bubble baths) five star hotels,
rollin' wit' a clicc supa' thick
and everybody gettin' well.
Take off the safety face me gun powder
chowder for real, the last nigga figga
to ever make it off the hill with steel
rhymes rock like Cope the smoke and
I'm in effect with a tech that got a infa-red scope.
Smackin' those actin', tough as Tinactin,
fall up in your hood increase your
brain with the mack 10, stacked N's
seventeen's on the benz and burn up on my
thigh in case these niggas won die.
Chorus
Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh........
Someone tell me......... we got it goin'
on...... I'm tellin' y'all (it's that SoSo Def)
3rd Verse: Jermaine Dupri
I want you to feel me, my whole thang
is to get inside your body, I run game
like my name was John Gaddy, hittin'
hookshots like Vlade and niggas around my
way call me little Liberace.
A lady lover like no other and I be lethal
with my weapon so they call me Danny
Glover now who keep it hot? (We Do.)
See So So def ain't nothin' but a fool ass crew.
