DJ HONDA - Who The Trifest? lyrics

Uh, ha ha yeah you know what time it is

Do you know what time it is? Uh

(what time is is baby what time?) Yeah.

Once again back it's thee incredible

Imperial your material is edible

So I'm a dead it the good life I'm a get it

Hip hop I'm a wet it criticly politicly

You can never shit on me

Sun bunny how could it be

I let you live listening to the good in me

You got to pay more I'm through livin' crazy poor

When I've been doing this here since 84

Crazy raw rushing ghetto marawanero

Burn more green then flushing marrow sipping Armaretto

Like Camp Lo my voice thunder and make your amp blow

Look in the back and see the black smoke

I be the clever roni

Son you forever phoney

Bow down to the dutch master of the ceremony (ceremony)

Motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

(Who's the trifest?) My clique be the trifest

Packin' heavy metal devieces and whatever the price is

Good pay freeze your income (Isis)

One minute on top now we on top that's the way life is

No such thing as too much class to much cash

This little nigga get's too much ass

I wouldn't say that I'm mad rich

But I stay grillin' a bad bitch

I guess it all come with the package

The beat flipper big tipper I drink my liquor

Straight cause I'm feelin' much quicker

I rhyme sicker you fuckin' nervous

Ten years of community service for that wack flow

Actin' like you stack doe

Play the back DJ Honda's on the track yo

Beatnuts forever die hard let the mack go

Da da da da da niggas show me the stash

Now you know that we Out For The Cash

That's the way life is. Uh yeah Beatnuts, no doubt. 9-7 9-8.

You know who be blazin' that ganja

Yo what my DJ name? DJ HONDA!