a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

king t - super nigga lyrics

[hook 2x]
(super n-gga)
(soop…super n-gga!)
(look…up in the sky!)

[verse 1: 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 n-gga got drag
like a race car driver, plus i’va
spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver
(“bam!”) bump mo’ b-tches 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–ss groups
them wack–ss lyrics with them wack–ss loops
they fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight
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 n-gga don’t need no wonder woman, hmm, i wonder
who she been shuckin and jivin and f-ckin
or some b-tch 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..”)

[hook]

[verse 2: rashad]
the super n-gga boogieman is out to make a k!llin
so f-ck 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, especially at the malls
ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls
a lot of super n-ggas 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 n-ggas, not captain save-a-hoe
so back on up look, i’ll catch yo’ -ss so quick
and letcho’ -ss know we the wrong super n-ggas to be f-ckin wit
i flash like lightning, powerful as bombs
i flied back twenty years ago and f-cked your moms
and now it’s ’94, ain’t sh-t changed
but now you call me daddy, when you call my name
cause youse a silly mortal, you ain’t down for combat
i’mma super n-gga, 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 looper”
so wack mc’s come step to these nuts
and get your crews cut below half, n-gga do the math
i’m the m-a-n, mayne
i got a fly b-tch with an invisible plane
me and her be doin some x-rated sh-t
when i get the skins, in the c-ckpit
she be callin everything from mommy to jesus
just ask the homies, ’cause them n-ggas can see us
cause them super n-ggas too, from the crew
so please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super n-gga

[hook 4x]

[verse 3: king tee]
mr. insane king tee motherf-ckers from the boondox
i bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox
i’m badder than the baddest inmate at biscailuz
r-t-rded, but let me show you what this can do
create fright, n-ggas 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 hit, 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 f-ck that, i kick the ill flow
and deep down, i know n-ggas is jeal’
cause i’m pullin all the hoes and d-ckin ’em swell
but hey, cut the cr-p, ’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 sh-t 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..”)
super n-gga…

- king t lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS