Lisa Lipps - CRU

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

What goes on ya heard?