Snatching Pocket Books Songtext
von 9th Prince
Snatching Pocket Books Songtext
Snotty-nosed nigga
Yo, I′m a lyrical swordsman, verbal gunman
Straight from the streets and dungeons
A nigga with an attitude doing a hundred miles and running
With the globe in my possession
Automatic weapons
Got niggas falling back like recession
School is in session
Here's a lesson
Never cross the Granddaddy flow
Or you might end up on death row
Bitches swing low
You off target like a broken arrow
The 9th Prince, I rule like a pharaoh
Through the dark past that′s narrow
Drinking wine by the barrel
Sing along like Christmas carols
I'm a leader of a whole new generation
I'm too ill to have a confrontation
Coming soon, yeah, the Killarm′ compilation
Gave birth to a whole nation
Revenge of the Iron Fingers invasions
Shootouts in the parking lot of the Days Inn
Blaow!
Here′s a hook for all the crooks
Snatching pocketbooks
Niggas is spaceballs like Mel Brooks
Ain't no shook hands in Shaolin
Guns and caviar
Here′s a hook for all the crooks
Snatching pocketbooks
Niggas is spaceballs like Mel Brooks
Ain't no shook hands in Shaolin
Street life, we marry it
Yo, rappers freeze as I roll up my sleeves
So much ice on my wrist, nigga caught a cold breeze
At a 32 below zero degrees
I agree, nigga, please
I cause damage like heart disease
I spit like a machine gun
Being handled by a crazy nun
This year the 9th Prince, yeah, I′m hotter than the sun
Niggas on the run shooting at the cops for fun
Last night at a Brooklyn party
I almost caught a body
My man passed me the shotty
Lodi Dodi
Bitches shaking they body
I kick rhymes like karate
Tiger and monkey style
Understand sometimes I act wild
After blowing trial
Life became foul like a juvenile child
I love the hostile
Slopaw six, nigga, I'm cutting your wrist
What?
Here′s a hook for all the crooks
Snatching pocketbooks
Niggas is spaceballs like Mel Brooks
Ain't no shook hands in Shaolin
Guns and caviar
Here's a hook for all the crooks
Snatching pocketbooks
Niggas is spaceballs like Mel Brooks
Ain′t no shook hands in Shaolin
Street life, we marry it
Yo, I′m a lyrical swordsman, verbal gunman
Straight from the streets and dungeons
A nigga with an attitude doing a hundred miles and running
With the globe in my possession
Automatic weapons
Got niggas falling back like recession
School is in session
Here's a lesson
Never cross the Granddaddy flow
Or you might end up on death row
Bitches swing low
You off target like a broken arrow
The 9th Prince, I rule like a pharaoh
Through the dark past that′s narrow
Drinking wine by the barrel
Sing along like Christmas carols
I'm a leader of a whole new generation
I'm too ill to have a confrontation
Coming soon, yeah, the Killarm′ compilation
Gave birth to a whole nation
Revenge of the Iron Fingers invasions
Shootouts in the parking lot of the Days Inn
Blaow!
Here′s a hook for all the crooks
Snatching pocketbooks
Niggas is spaceballs like Mel Brooks
Ain't no shook hands in Shaolin
Guns and caviar
Here′s a hook for all the crooks
Snatching pocketbooks
Niggas is spaceballs like Mel Brooks
Ain't no shook hands in Shaolin
Street life, we marry it
Yo, rappers freeze as I roll up my sleeves
So much ice on my wrist, nigga caught a cold breeze
At a 32 below zero degrees
I agree, nigga, please
I cause damage like heart disease
I spit like a machine gun
Being handled by a crazy nun
This year the 9th Prince, yeah, I′m hotter than the sun
Niggas on the run shooting at the cops for fun
Last night at a Brooklyn party
I almost caught a body
My man passed me the shotty
Lodi Dodi
Bitches shaking they body
I kick rhymes like karate
Tiger and monkey style
Understand sometimes I act wild
After blowing trial
Life became foul like a juvenile child
I love the hostile
Slopaw six, nigga, I'm cutting your wrist
What?
Here′s a hook for all the crooks
Snatching pocketbooks
Niggas is spaceballs like Mel Brooks
Ain't no shook hands in Shaolin
Guns and caviar
Here's a hook for all the crooks
Snatching pocketbooks
Niggas is spaceballs like Mel Brooks
Ain′t no shook hands in Shaolin
Street life, we marry it
Writer(s): Brad Steven Perlow, Nigel Julien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

