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kidz in the hall - mr. alladatshit lyrics

[intro: naledge – just talking]
it’s so beautiful, it’s so lovely, it’s so gutterant, it’s so ugly.
love me or hate me, ya’ll can’t break me cause ya’ll ain’t make me.
[beat starts]
some how, you can turn nothing into something though,
i’m so cool man.
flyer than giraffe p-ssy.

[verse 1: naledge]
school boy fresh back with mr light saber.
cook food for thought, these fruits of the labor
off my high horse. pop up like screen savers
fresh off the plane, from broad, high haters
raisin the bar, i don’t need a spot
f-ck a cosign, you can see him hot.
n-gg- honor me.
purple heart rhyme veteran this is special auto sh-t
turn hoes on like late night letterman
top of the line, n-gg- state of the art.
this is high straight world wide
my style 740 7 lear jet fly
ya’ll read swagger for dummies.
my aura naturally disiminates from me
underground pimp c, bun b in a polo rugby
raps child play and i feel like, chuck you
and don’t it sound so lovely?

[chorus:]
how high? so high i ain’t never coming down, how fly? so fly i reside in the clouds. how sick? so sick that they on my d-ck. you alladat? yeah i’m alladatsh-t.
how high? so high i ain’t never coming down, how fly? so fly i reside in the clouds. how sick? so sick that they on my d-ck. everybody say h-llo to mr. alladatsh-t.

[verse 2: naledge]
i be like h-llo? h-llo? h-llo? dingo
where in the world is donna san diego?
hoppin off the plane, trinidad and tobago
study geography but you never know where we go.
crazy like c low, excuse me gnarly barkley
she left me but i still need bail, charles barkley
now i got chick that says i’m totally narly
she from ca, i call her malibu barbie
stewart on the barbie
calls me raekwon the chief
when your foods in the stove, in 30 minutes or less
they say hip hops dead but i swear these n-gg-s deaf
cause baby girl thirsty, i’m still sucking on her chest
so this is rip, for weak mcs
i am everything that these n-gg-s wish they could be
i am rap i am hip hop, i’m a mother f-cking hit
so when i’m done you can say goodbye to alladatsh-tttttttt

[verse 3: double o]
chip bone
double o i be so, in it
oh yeah that’s my mo
b-tches tell me buy em drink, i just tell em n-o
f-cking with my money, you must not know what you in fo
c-ckin back and punchin n-gg-s out like i was kimbo
market jacob shades make the b-tches smoke em stolo
sip that ace of spades but don’t get that on my polo
hood n-gg-s, we just got a whole bunch of finesse
cleveland is my city
st clair we the best
diamonds on my chest, check my polo vest
5 hundred for those gucci shoes ain’t nothing less
in other words i can dress, i got money i’m a spend it hoe
f-ck if you ain’t in it for the stuntin, then what you in it for?
i be on that cool sh-t, cooler than a heineken.
is she cute? and not how many fellas she can bring a friend
all them hoes be telling me, i’m something like celebrity
and when i wear them gucci shades,
i wonder if you can tell it’s me?

- kidz in the hall lyrics

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