I entered your home, lick you down, strictly to bone Rich plat', rims chrome, spin (?) to your dome I spit flows, rip shows 'til the day that I'm goneĪnd this day I hit 'em off I'll have America sewn I heard that you wanna spar now, so baby it's on Or I press one button, start up my car now? Why cause I'm a star now? Buy out the bar now? So much frost on my wrist look my fist froze upĪ photographer is tryin to get a little close up Thinks he the bomb, bet his beeper stay blowed up" My DJ has jams, by the pound (c'mon, let's go)Īiyyo I rolled up, in the spot that I rolled upĪll the chickens like, "Look at Bo, he done growed up Ready to rock steady with Run and make a lot of dough They accomplished in they teens and I never stop throwin them flingsĬontrol of the game, I'm right here over the rainĪ human pot of gold, I already had a lot of flow I'm at Hollis with the kings payin homage to the things Layin down the format, sippin on that Cognac What's goin on black? Goin platinum and beyond that Y'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow? Got chicks in Spanish Harlem holdin they brain Bo Skaggs Nitty, Fat Joe letra de Run-DMC lyrics Bo Skaggs Nitty, Fat Joe LetraĪrtista: Run-DMC Letra de canción de músicaĪy Papi feat.
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