Cru – Lisa Lipps

[Mighty Ha]
Waitin’ for the cue

Lisa Lipps
Was a Rolling Stone, huh
Yeah, wherever she slap slob was her home
And now she’s gone, ain’t no sunshine
When she’s gone

Alhamdulillah, that means “What up, Star?”
It’s the Mighty Ha drinkin’ Mo’ at the bar
Bakee after bakee, blunt after blunt
Smoke a bag of buddah in BK with ya stunt
Nat “King” Cole was a merry old soul
Made you move that ab, drop shit from your whole
Grab a buttock and lick shot from the Glock
Do a Tarzan swing off a tree from a jump
Run up in attics and Elvis, now I’m gone
Back on the streets in the heart of Pelon
Man oh man lick shots if I have to
Submit to me as your lord and master
It’s the Mighty Ha, I’m a street Bronxite
Deliver the real like Walter Chronkite
God of my destiny, black man
Devil’s in the way receive the backhand

Yesterday, my trouble seems so far away
So help me Wanda, help, help, me Wanda

Vietnam beast from The Y-O-G
Make your moon walk, spin walk grab your titty
Hit you in the head with the boom to the back
Sport a pair of Ballys and a Mighty Ha hat
Comin from the Bronx like KRS-One
Electrify the crowd like they shooting stun guns
Rhythm Blunt Cru, Violator, Def Jam
Known for kickin’ lyrics and smackin mad hands
Ahh, don’t give a uh
Pause for the cause 17 to the shot
It’s the Mighty Ha with the mic and the Glock
My style’s buck naughty indeed it is ak
Type of situation pops from uptown
You can lick balls cause I’m from the B Down
Til I lie rep a dollar kickin the Willies to the hottie
Rhythm Blunt Cru, “Baby” Chris Lighty

Ponys never ran before
Rain never fell
Til I met you
And I can’t get enough of your love, babe

Chim, chim, chiminie chim, chim, che-ree
Comin from the top, ak, it’s the Migh-ty
Hit you with the felony A and misdemeanor
Hit a hundred push-ups and I got the spray Alenor
Got mad buttocks, ass cheeks on stock
Got more charges than the nigga 2Pac
I’m the maker, owner, cream of the crop
Fellatio erection rises me to the top
I can’t seem to get rid of these fuckin chickenheads
Word to the mother drop dead breast fed
You better duck down when I draw my 8 Luger
Smoke that ass quick, like I’m smoking bags of buddah

[DJ Footlong]
What goes on ya heard?

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