A Little Kid Says Yo

Текст песни Solomon Childs - A Little Kid Says Yo

Said Yo Lyrics[Intro: Solomon Childs]
Wu Music Group, it's time to get that money
Aiyo 'Vine, haul all the big toys out for this one, baby
S. Childs, let's go

[Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs]
A little kid says yo, "yo"
I got a color TV, CD player, and car stereo
And all I want is capsule
I also got a .38, don't give me no hassle
[Solomon Childs]
Rough like Timberland wear, yea
Me and my Unit, in them Range Rovers out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Semi automatic's and flows that hook
Return of Babylon, cocaine in the engine of my Avalon
When I speak, niggas is gon' listen like I'm Farrakhan
The block's on fire, hot like carasine
We try'nna bake more cakes than Sara Lee
Let's get a set of keys, your dick don't get hard
When you broke through my project hallways
You can smell the gun smoke, part one of the thrillogy, homeyboy
It's blood, boy, with black leather gloves, boy
Don't have us kill up your click, boy
Any thought between my asscheeks, boy
Shit on my hand, k-tone in my hand, boy

[Chorus 2X]

[Solomon Childs]
I want more, more money, more comes, more murder
Murder homicide, S. Childs, movie's of half blood like the X-Files
My poppa was a general, my mom was a preacher's daughter
My projects was the meaning of slaughter
Had to get knocked down, to stand tall
New York City's newest protocal, arson
Fire like the Bronx, music for niggas who kill NARC's
Black steel hawk, associate with snakes and sharks
So listen, I can feel your pain, stress is a muthafucka
Be puttin' my broke Newport's back together
My little sister had Russell skates
We ate Roy Rogers in my pop's cocaine gates
They gon' feel my wrath, like Rakim's tommy guns in '88
When I get that feeling, I start, robbing and stealing
When I get that feeling, I start, robbing and stealing
And if you want it that bad, you get down on your knees
And pray, somebody try taking this from me
Invite 'em to dance, and I ain't talking bout no small ray
Hammers, that'll throw flesh through the air, like Tony Hawk's skateboard rail
The streets be so real, them nine millimeter's declared
It's crunchtime, second guess, sometime to remain the people's champ
[Chorus 2X]