Kriss Kross Lyrics

MOB

Meezy

Look

I want it all make it exact

Soon as you try n kriss kross me you get wiggity wiggity whacked

Blicky in the pack it go clickity clickity clack

That talk be diggin ya self a grave I think he wanna take a dirt nap

It's hard to watch yo back wen I got niggaz All over map

Real nigga stay dangerous so he feel safe when he walk in the trap

Ironic how what them racks are for but we the holding up racks

Ironic how niggaz think they want smoke like we the ones holding the match

They don't know who put they hands on mine now everybody gettin snatched

Birth a bullet let it hatch

Face fell in love how it got attached

Flow like it's poem night how I snap

I love money and it love it me back

She love when I hit it from the back

Pussy don't run unless it run it back

I hit the hole like Imarunnin back

Opps quarterback know we got the sack

Trap like laps how I'm runnin that

Ima prophet I know they coming back

Wen my shooter bored you a snack

I hate wen niggaz think they in the way

Bully the bullies put on em play

Watch the Positions go a long way

She let me fuck n got a lot say

She want attention no not today

I call it salty season it's ok

She know I'm cookin let her marinate

If you ain't catch it ima let her wait

Like a restaurant she want me to reserrvate

Haters gon hate so I let em late

They getting used to female traits

I want it all make it exact

Soon as you try n kriss kross me you get wiggity wiggity whacked

Blicky in the pack it go clickity clickity clack

That talk be diggin ya self a grave I think he wanna take a dirt nap

It's hard to watch yo back wen I got niggaz All over map

Real nigga stay dangerous so he feel safe when he walk in the trap

Ironic how what them racks are for but we the holding up racks

Ironic how niggaz think they want smoke like we the ones holding the match

You talk too much and it's contradicting

Them checker moves get so predicting

I make the work go like eviction

Cuz get money is my addiction

Money power hoes thats addition

Bring me money I turn mathematician

The heat I drop hot straight out the kitchen

Yo shit a scam I'm what the game been missing

They sleep na they ain't payin attention

I'm too real to be payin for mentions

I'm too real to paying for features

You a student don't play with the teacher

If you reach just know I'm teach ya

You a fan just go to the bleachers

This is dope coming straight out ya speaker

I pour and mix but I don't use a beaker

She think her text get her called like beeper

I turnt a bad bitch into creeper

My bitches slumber and get put in a sleeper

Spend a night with the real grim reaper

Come n shop yea I got for cheaper

The pack loud as beautiful creature

The pack you got say it's cheaper to keeper

You know what I'm sayin fuck nigga yea

Pay up

I want it all make it exact

Soon as you try n kriss kross me you get wiggity wiggity whacked

Blicky in the pack it go clickity clickity clack

That talk be diggin ya self a grave I think he wanna take a dirt nap