L.I.’s Finest Songtext
von R.A. the Rugged Man
L.I.’s Finest Songtext
No mistakes what you listening to
You listening to one of the all time greats
These are the breaks like Kurtis
Never heard this the way we disturbingly word shit
My dick spit flames, bitch, try not to get burned, bitch
I'm the master, the kingpin, do my thing, ring king
Put your gloves on, it's round 1, ding ding
Some of our G.O.A.T.'s passed on
Some of our illest lyricists sold out, they suck now, they're gone
Rugged Man, mamas keep your daughters away from his broke ass
No cash, looking for a place to crash
He just a dick-swinging dirt-bag, no class
Only fuck little, skinny, white bitches with no ass
The underground kill shit, my clique Paz, Killah Priest
Masta Killa, Kool G Rap, sick, lyrical beasts
Timbo King, Hell Razah, Tragedy Khadafi
And of course R.A. The Rugged Man, you can't forget about me
Big guns, hold up's, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercut, bow down to your highness
The legendary rhymer, howdy ha
Yeah, he walk through fire, la di da
"Oh, who's that guy? He's so fly"
That's what all my fat girls tell me, miss you, baby, love you, bye bye
Pretty bitches mostly hate me wishing I die
Oh wait, that was the past, bitches love me now
I don't know why they thinking they getting with a rap star
Handsome heartthrob, in reality they sucking the dick of a fat slob
I'm a star in the hood these days like Black Rob
My childhood fucked me up for real, I'm really that scarred
Let's get ready to rumble like Michael Buffer
You sold out, I saw what you did last summer
I'm a foul motherfucker like old school Slick Rick
With your wrinkled pussy I can't be your lover
This boom bip boom bap true funk
I'm from New York City, I do not get crunk
I'm so damn talented, I'm so damn gifted
I'm the Grand Puba, the Grandmaster, the Grand Wizard
Big guns, hold up's, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercut, bow down to your highness
The legendary rhymer, howdy ha
Yeah, he walk through fire, la di da
You listening to one of the all time greats
These are the breaks like Kurtis
Never heard this the way we disturbingly word shit
My dick spit flames, bitch, try not to get burned, bitch
I'm the master, the kingpin, do my thing, ring king
Put your gloves on, it's round 1, ding ding
Some of our G.O.A.T.'s passed on
Some of our illest lyricists sold out, they suck now, they're gone
Rugged Man, mamas keep your daughters away from his broke ass
No cash, looking for a place to crash
He just a dick-swinging dirt-bag, no class
Only fuck little, skinny, white bitches with no ass
The underground kill shit, my clique Paz, Killah Priest
Masta Killa, Kool G Rap, sick, lyrical beasts
Timbo King, Hell Razah, Tragedy Khadafi
And of course R.A. The Rugged Man, you can't forget about me
Big guns, hold up's, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercut, bow down to your highness
The legendary rhymer, howdy ha
Yeah, he walk through fire, la di da
"Oh, who's that guy? He's so fly"
That's what all my fat girls tell me, miss you, baby, love you, bye bye
Pretty bitches mostly hate me wishing I die
Oh wait, that was the past, bitches love me now
I don't know why they thinking they getting with a rap star
Handsome heartthrob, in reality they sucking the dick of a fat slob
I'm a star in the hood these days like Black Rob
My childhood fucked me up for real, I'm really that scarred
Let's get ready to rumble like Michael Buffer
You sold out, I saw what you did last summer
I'm a foul motherfucker like old school Slick Rick
With your wrinkled pussy I can't be your lover
This boom bip boom bap true funk
I'm from New York City, I do not get crunk
I'm so damn talented, I'm so damn gifted
I'm the Grand Puba, the Grandmaster, the Grand Wizard
Big guns, hold up's, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercut, bow down to your highness
The legendary rhymer, howdy ha
Yeah, he walk through fire, la di da
Writer(s): THORBURN RYAN R.A., THE PURIST Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
