[dj pooh] It’s the p-double-o-h in the sky I don’t need a cape cause I’m already fly Like a skydiver, a nigga got drag Like a race car driver, plus i’va Spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver ("bam!") bump mo’ bitches than a drunk driver Faster than a crackhead, mo’ powerful Than a loco when I gotcha in a chokehold I’m here to rid the city of them wack-ass groups Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops They fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight/kryptonite They don’t faze me, cause we can still fight But look, it’s all about comin (up) up (up) Up and away without bummin But a nigga don’t need no wonderwoman, hmm, I wonder Who she been shuckin and jivin and fuckin Or some bitch named lois cause the hoe is the lowest And she’s whiter than snow is ("too much of that snow white!") I think I’ll fly back to the hood Kick it with the homies where you know it’s all good I’ll be the first superhero with a strap I know I’m all that.. ("it’s a crow, it’s a bat, no it’s..")
[chorus]
[rashad] The super nigga boogieman is out to make a killin So fuck wastin time leapin over tall buildings Cause I can get loose like fluid Like diarrhea - I can, run right through it I see through walls, ’specially at the malls Ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls A lot of super niggaz be trickin they powers Givin hoes money, and flyin ’em flowers (but can you think of one thing you ever gave a hoe? ) No cause we super niggaz, not captain save-a-hoe So back on up look, I’ll catch yo’ ass so quick And letcho’ ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be fuckin wit I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs I flied back twenty years ago and fucked your moms And now it’s ninety-fo’, ain’t shit changed But now you call me daddy, when you call my name Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain’t down for combat I’ma super nigga, and you an uncle tom cat When I’m rollin through the hood they wonder is he The nephew, of aunt kizzy Or dizzy gillespie, and the rest be like "that’s the guy that’s super, the fat track mover" So wack mc’s come step to these nuts And get your crews cut below half, nigga do the math I’m the m-a-n, mayne I got a fly bitch with an invisible plane Me and her be doin some x-rated shit When I get the skins, in the cockpit She be callin everything from mommy to jesus Just ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see us Cause them super niggaz too, from the crew So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga
[chorus]
[king tee] Mr. insane king tee motherfuckers from the boondox I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox I’m badder than the baddest inmate at (? ) Retarded, but let me show you what this can do Create fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic I shock ’em, amazed cause the wino rocked ’em The best yet to like really catch wreck on the scene O.g. from the alkaholik team I just scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip Gotta get it on then take another sip Make it hip, a feeling mc’s won’t forget Bust crazy rounds then load another clip (well bust it) Like r. kelly, "my mind’s telling me no!" But fuck that, I kick the ill flow And deep down, I know niggaz is jeal’ Cause I’m pullin all the hoes and dickin ’em swell But hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes I’m back To give you what you want, I don’t front or skip rap With the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha likwit I’m wild like a winner with the lot-to ticket But kick it, you could grab a comb and try to pick it The nappy head sound comin from the underground Oh shit it’s the great, the man with the strap I know I’m all that.. ("it’s a crow, it’s a bat, no it’s..")
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Copy to Clipboard: [dj pooh] It’s the p-double-o-h in the sky I don’t need a cape cause I’m already fly Like a skydiver, a nigga got drag Like a race car driver, plus i’va Spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver ("bam!") bump mo’ bitches than a drunk driver Faster than a crackhead, mo’ powerful Than a loco when I gotcha in a chokehold I’m here to rid the city of them wack-ass groups Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops They fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight/kryptonite They don’t faze me, cause we can still fight But look, it’s all about comin (up) up (up) Up and away without bummin But a nigga don’t need no wonderwoman, hmm, I wonder Who she been shuckin and jivin and fuckin Or some bitch named lois cause the hoe is the lowest And she’s whiter than snow is ("too much of that snow white!") I think I’ll fly back to the hood Kick it with the homies where you know it’s all good I’ll be the first superhero with a strap I know I’m all that.. ("it’s a crow, it’s a bat, no it’s..")
[chorus]
[rashad] The super nigga boogieman is out to make a killin So fuck wastin time leapin over tall buildings Cause I can get loose like fluid Like diarrhea - I can, run right through it I see through walls, ’specially at the malls Ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls A lot of super niggaz be trickin they powers Givin hoes money, and flyin ’em flowers (but can you think of one thing you ever gave a hoe? ) No cause we super niggaz, not captain save-a-hoe So back on up look, I’ll catch yo’ ass so quick And letcho’ ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be fuckin wit I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs I flied back twenty years ago and fucked your moms And now it’s ninety-fo’, ain’t shit changed But now you call me daddy, when you call my name Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain’t down for combat I’ma super nigga, and you an uncle tom cat When I’m rollin through the hood they wonder is he The nephew, of aunt kizzy Or dizzy gillespie, and the rest be like "that’s the guy that’s super, the fat track mover" So wack mc’s come step to these nuts And get your crews cut below half, nigga do the math I’m the m-a-n, mayne I got a fly bitch with an invisible plane Me and her be doin some x-rated shit When I get the skins, in the cockpit She be callin everything from mommy to jesus Just ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see us Cause them super niggaz too, from the crew So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga
[chorus]
[king tee] Mr. insane king tee motherfuckers from the boondox I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox I’m badder than the baddest inmate at (? ) Retarded, but let me show you what this can do Create fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic I shock ’em, amazed cause the wino rocked ’em The best yet to like really catch wreck on the scene O.g. from the alkaholik team I just scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip Gotta get it on then take another sip Make it hip, a feeling mc’s won’t forget Bust crazy rounds then load another clip (well bust it) Like r. kelly, "my mind’s telling me no!" But fuck that, I kick the ill flow And deep down, I know niggaz is jeal’ Cause I’m pullin all the hoes and dickin ’em swell But hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes I’m back To give you what you want, I don’t front or skip rap With the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha likwit I’m wild like a winner with the lot-to ticket But kick it, you could grab a comb and try to pick it The nappy head sound comin from the underground Oh shit it’s the great, the man with the strap I know I’m all that.. ("it’s a crow, it’s a bat, no it’s..")
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