Kris Kross Lyrics

I dress like Kris Kross

Like I'm a big dog

Had to get it out the streets

And make my wrist talk

And I don't go out on the weekend

Unless its his block

And I'm with his thot

Servin all of his wops

Inhale 3 grams then I blow it in the air

Now you say you miss me baby girl you never cared

They was never with me nowadays they all appear

I was eating oatmeal doing push-ups in a cell

She wanna go fast lets get it

I came from rags to riches

She make the fastest digits

You want a bag ill get it

I love them ratchet bitches

And she be fancy with it

But she the baddest bitch

And your bitch she rat on niggas

And I got a tatted bitch

I got the candles lit

She think that I'm scandalous

Think she can handle it

Told me come over alone

I got my dick in her throat

Fuck her Im taking her soul

I dress like Kris Kross

Like I'm a big dog

Had to get it out the streets

And make my wrist talk

And I don't go out on the weekend

Unless its his block

And I'm with his thot

Servin all of his wops

Inhale 3 grams then I blow it in the air

Now you say you miss me baby girl you never cared

They was never with me nowadays they all appear

I was eating oatmeal doing push-ups in a cell