I Run Rap Songtext
von Dr. Dooom
I Run Rap Songtext
Yeah, number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom
Straight out of solitary, I got the block locked down
Transfer me to Corcoran or Pelican Bay
You don′t wanna step in my cell
I eat your ass for real
Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick
Most rappers flex up, they vexed up, they actin hard
Attending catholic school at mom's house, they soft as lard
They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo′s, and balls and jacks
That kid you beefed with, his boys wearin Victoria's Secret
We must get crushed up, your bra showin, pickin dust up
You light your trees up, I'm just a man to skin your knees up
Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, I redesign you
Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin, they can′t find you
I move with bowlin ball bags, you try to ask for zig-zags
You got your panties on with wigs on, y′all playin tag
Walk in in tough kid, your girdle showin, watch your doo-rag
G-strings get touched, watch your skidmarks like Starsky and Hutch
Y'all scope erections, while rappers run to different sections
I ride in limos, pull your thongs in, from here to Wisconsin
Drive through Save-On make, tough MC′s, put on Avon
Eject your wigs in Hunts Point, your pumps in truckers rigs
- 4X
I'm the man of the hour, watchin girls takin a shower
I run rap, tell MC′s to watch they back
Rappers with pantyliners, rent cars with no recliners
I get ill, serve the best MC's with Massengill
While crowds chill, take your halter tops, down to Big Bill
Right on your mic stand, your flower shorts, you′ve been hurt
Male with a dildo, your ass is low, call policemen
Three million rappers on labels, sportin skirts releasement
I teach men, pull my pants down, piss on each men
Flush straight to rectums on a night flight, I cruise on Eastern
Look at your contracts, rub Vaseline, to measure buttcrack
I counteract tracks, while you ate rhymes smokin crack
Skinny kid two pounds with bony legs, bustin two rounds
That man is slinky, jacks off, think rappers hoes is twinky
Un-armed smell, keep the mics warm, y'all shirts is stinky
Panties look great on you, with wedding rings around your pinky
Now stop fiesta, cut your weight down, you be like Vesta
Facin your whole crew, with condoms on like Uncle Fester
Lo-Lo-Lo-Lopez, your moms call me Frankie Sanchez
On deck with penis out, pine tar like Tony Perez
Big bad and average, seen your girlfriend out, tossin salad
I run rap, tell MC's to watch they back
- 4X
I′m the man of the hour, watchin girls takin a shower
I run rap, tell MC′s to watch they back
Rappers get maxi-pads in OB, their time of the month
No time for phone calls from tough guys, y'all puff them blunts
Caesarean stretch marks, cock diesel MC′s end up pregnant
Nine months in Comstock, you rhyme, grabbin inmates shot
Sportin your white dress, with Timberlands, you try to impress
Petrol with bulletproof vests, your man is havin incest
Lock up your Seldon, your big group, they roll with Elvin
Drag queen on Front Street program, or your SP-12 beats
Y'all roll up dust, smokin PCP, I come with big heat
Y′all run your knowledge down, send your Rolex down to Big Pete
Lipstick get smeared on, your payday shirt, get your fear on
Hard rappers with stockings that tuna fish, smell like Stockus
I call a miss, rappers tampons, I bought it for Christmas
I call you Anna, make you sniff balls, head to Atlanta
Change on your grandma and have you call home, bleedin the grandma
I run rap, tell MC's to watch they back
- 4X
I′m the man of the hour, watchin girls takin a shower
I run rap, tell MC's to watch they back
That's right
When you see me in the mess hall, all new jacks
Even if you old, give me that respect, y′knahmsayin?
You might get neglected
That′s right, send me all the commissary
Battle me ain't necessary
Straight out of solitary, I got the block locked down
Transfer me to Corcoran or Pelican Bay
You don′t wanna step in my cell
I eat your ass for real
Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick
Most rappers flex up, they vexed up, they actin hard
Attending catholic school at mom's house, they soft as lard
They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo′s, and balls and jacks
That kid you beefed with, his boys wearin Victoria's Secret
We must get crushed up, your bra showin, pickin dust up
You light your trees up, I'm just a man to skin your knees up
Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, I redesign you
Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin, they can′t find you
I move with bowlin ball bags, you try to ask for zig-zags
You got your panties on with wigs on, y′all playin tag
Walk in in tough kid, your girdle showin, watch your doo-rag
G-strings get touched, watch your skidmarks like Starsky and Hutch
Y'all scope erections, while rappers run to different sections
I ride in limos, pull your thongs in, from here to Wisconsin
Drive through Save-On make, tough MC′s, put on Avon
Eject your wigs in Hunts Point, your pumps in truckers rigs
- 4X
I'm the man of the hour, watchin girls takin a shower
I run rap, tell MC′s to watch they back
Rappers with pantyliners, rent cars with no recliners
I get ill, serve the best MC's with Massengill
While crowds chill, take your halter tops, down to Big Bill
Right on your mic stand, your flower shorts, you′ve been hurt
Male with a dildo, your ass is low, call policemen
Three million rappers on labels, sportin skirts releasement
I teach men, pull my pants down, piss on each men
Flush straight to rectums on a night flight, I cruise on Eastern
Look at your contracts, rub Vaseline, to measure buttcrack
I counteract tracks, while you ate rhymes smokin crack
Skinny kid two pounds with bony legs, bustin two rounds
That man is slinky, jacks off, think rappers hoes is twinky
Un-armed smell, keep the mics warm, y'all shirts is stinky
Panties look great on you, with wedding rings around your pinky
Now stop fiesta, cut your weight down, you be like Vesta
Facin your whole crew, with condoms on like Uncle Fester
Lo-Lo-Lo-Lopez, your moms call me Frankie Sanchez
On deck with penis out, pine tar like Tony Perez
Big bad and average, seen your girlfriend out, tossin salad
I run rap, tell MC's to watch they back
- 4X
I′m the man of the hour, watchin girls takin a shower
I run rap, tell MC′s to watch they back
Rappers get maxi-pads in OB, their time of the month
No time for phone calls from tough guys, y'all puff them blunts
Caesarean stretch marks, cock diesel MC′s end up pregnant
Nine months in Comstock, you rhyme, grabbin inmates shot
Sportin your white dress, with Timberlands, you try to impress
Petrol with bulletproof vests, your man is havin incest
Lock up your Seldon, your big group, they roll with Elvin
Drag queen on Front Street program, or your SP-12 beats
Y'all roll up dust, smokin PCP, I come with big heat
Y′all run your knowledge down, send your Rolex down to Big Pete
Lipstick get smeared on, your payday shirt, get your fear on
Hard rappers with stockings that tuna fish, smell like Stockus
I call a miss, rappers tampons, I bought it for Christmas
I call you Anna, make you sniff balls, head to Atlanta
Change on your grandma and have you call home, bleedin the grandma
I run rap, tell MC's to watch they back
- 4X
I′m the man of the hour, watchin girls takin a shower
I run rap, tell MC's to watch they back
That's right
When you see me in the mess hall, all new jacks
Even if you old, give me that respect, y′knahmsayin?
You might get neglected
That′s right, send me all the commissary
Battle me ain't necessary
Writer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
