Goldyn Chyld

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah We gonna send this one out To all the niggas... that want beef... that got baby teeth That's why you can't eat, you little faggot That Preemo shit, Rassy Kassy, Goldyn Chyld Ya know [Verse 1] Its the R-ah-A-S, K-A-double S Eject the airbag, wreck a nigga's bubble S-Class What's comin' next? Let's mash Get so high walkin' I catch jetlag If it ain't Hennessy and OJ – homie, miss me Keep my hairline down to the Nike sign crispy Spit be, strictly 'Mini-Me' Bin Laden's Mixed with 16 men with life in the pen, ridin' Gangsta – fuck how many records you sell Get put on the 'Missing' milk carton in XXL And it's nothin' – let's double the dare Dick so deep down ya bitch mouth, I'll cum in her hair Guns and ones in the air, niggas with stripes Shootin' kites, posted on low-rider bikes Gat named Russell Simmons, "God bless and goodnight" You done fucked up, like Crip Walkin' by Suge Knight [Hook: DJ Premier scratches] "That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld" "Come on, come on, yo..." "Ask the crew if I'm nice, they all say 'true'" "That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld" "The baddest flow..." "niggas know..." [Verse 2] Guess I'm a rap nigga, 'cause, homeboy, its a wrap Commit a driveby out the Music Express van and toss the gat Hop on a red eye to NYC though D&D, linked with Preemo And I'm hungry, so I'ma take what you got Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like 2Pac My rap style is chic/Sheek like two LOX Word on a few blocks – my technique's too hot I repeat – do not get it twisted! Get your head a brick on Park and 106, bitch Then catch me, arms spread at Halo, with an imitation J.Lo – ya know Haters lay low Who the only West Coast nigga to air out Kay Slay mixtapes though? (Rassy!) Mo' dirty, SC 430 Steering with my knee, eating a plate of beef curry, beyotch! [Hook: DJ Premier scratches] "That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld" "Come on, come on, yo..." "Ask the crew if I'm nice, they all say 'true'" "That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld" "The baddest flow..." "niggas know..." [Verse 3] I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy Boricuas call me Papi when they pop their "P" Used to pop-lock at Locke in Watts Pop locks and burglarize spots Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy, graduated to Suzuki's Hot soda pop, or pop bottles at Sky Sushi Ask me what's poppin'? Most likely your collarbone Ever had the feeling when ya by yourself, you're not alone? We Big Brother, and Big Brother see you I'm hard-headed, my dick look like R2-D2 Mini-Me 2, speed through in the V-1-2 C-Arson style, know how we do All money is legal, dead pres', and green eagles You funny style like Bernie Mac, rapping like Beanie Siegel Goldyn Chyld of the West, don't know how to act though Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin' with Staff Pro [Hook: DJ Premier scratches] "That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld" "Come on, come on, yo..." "Ask the crew if I'm nice, they all say 'true'" "That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld" "The baddest flow..." "niggas know..." "That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld"...