Run Dmc - Ahhh lyrics

rate me

Uh-huh, yeah, what? Yo, yo

Aiyyo I seen Run with the chrome spinnin

Watchin the Knicks in the back of the 6

Pulled up on the side like, "Who's winnin?"

Nigga said, "Me since eighty-three, get it right"

Politely flashed his Roley, then dipped to the light

Next night seen him on stage with some platinum shells

with baguettes on the side that spelled "Raising Hell"

I said, "Run the crowd yell like you paid 'em well"

Then he said to ask Bertha Dell, who the hell?

Oh well - I thought I was done bein impressed

until my man called me up and told me listen to Flex

{"Yo yo yo, turn on Flex"} I ain't know what to do

It was like Run was sunnin everybody but then again the shit was true

MC's must want him gone, hoppin on chrome

sayin they the kings, please, you kept the seat warm

Ain't nobody better than this twenty year veteran

Even as a Reverand, hotter than you ever been

It don't really matter who the hell you are

The fakest of all cats or the biggest of stars (uh-huh)

Tryin to doubt these three, you breakin the law

They the kings, LEAVIN Y'ALL IN AWE, THAT'S REAL PAW

Like ahhh, Dunn done did it again

Ahhh, pad done hit the pen

Ahhh, man they droppin gems

Ahhh, the kid's bout stackin the ends

Yo, Rev. Run, run the block, swerve the Dat'

Flow is hot, don't need no gun to cock

I'm sick of Vidal, your brother tried to get me to fall

I'm kickin it raw, even in the thick of it all

Run laps around wack cats, I hate DAT's

Since way back, made great tracks, I lace raps

Yo face that, before you catch aluminum bats

from numerous cats with Run-D.M.C. on they hats

You ain't gettin no show 'til your album out

The label don't wanna spend money yo what's THAT about?

No clout, had to settle for a fake amount

While my catalogue bigger than your bank account

No doubt, I'm the greatest all time fo' sho'

Rev. Run comin through and leavin niggaz in awe