Lisa Lipps

Lyrics

[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 What!? 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?