DJ KAYSLAY

DJ KAYSLAY - New Jack City lyrics

(feat. Poster Boy, Shells, Grafh, Cassidy, and Jae Hood)

[Poster Boy]

Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King

Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge

RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs

Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin'

I'm the reason custies is comin' to the Carter Buildin

And it aint no tellin what I do

They may find ya body on 16th smellin like a (jew)

I'm the number one stunna when it comes to the east

In the Jag with the .40 cal under the seat

Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out

Friday come, you and you have your money out

Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out

Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out

Send her to ER with half her tummy out

No C-section, no infants comin out

She cant have babies again

Me and Kay gettin money so its feelin like the eighties again

Holla!

[Shells]

Ayo, You boys is silly, i'm next since Pac and Biggie

And I'm Bout Major Figgas like Dutch and Gillie

Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly

On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly

Look - I Clap milli's, act willy, you a chump

Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck

See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors

And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs store

When you boys gon learn I got this game lock

What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box

Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a feed you a biscuit

I got rock and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit

So hey, its ya life involved - act like it is

My chain light gray like trash can lids

If one of yall take my chain - none of yall live

You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did!

[Grafh]

'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one minute is asolama laken

2 minutes later is where's my salamy bacon

Niggaz swear the product the makin' requires rockin a aprin

They liars cause its Betty Crocker they bakin

Not that I'm sayin that I Cook, Cause I dont

I keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put on the boat

The hookers'll open they jaw for free

Fuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for me

When a pimp walk the beat, you shut up one day

The day the dick had ya mother next up one way

I come up one way drunk pushin a porshe

Make beef and i'm cookin the sauce - Gravy!

I be lookin like a boss

I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur lookin like a scarf

Lookin like I robbed 'em

Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop

Holla, cheah!

[Cassidy]

Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clack

Where that shit at? Get that 'for I bust shots!

Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want to

Front if you want to, And get slumped with the gun too

Gimme mine cause any time I could run through

And put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun roof

Try run dog, you can try hide man

But when I bust the gun dog, you gon die man

I drinkin rum dog and I'm gettin high man

Say good bye man or a prayer - "Aman"

Look It aint hard to get at you dudes

I screw waitresses that'll slip shit in ya food

I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells

I got it locked from Illadelph to ATL

The wait is over, I'm a take it over

I'm a bubble like vinegar and baking soda

Easy!

[Jae Hood]

Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga - I don't respect wack rhymes

If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn't kill time

Yall cowards don't want beef, why even start?

Yall like dicks in the pool - none of yall hard

Come thru in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie

Holdin my hammer cause she know its dirty

You got questions, holla at me - I tell you whats what

Lay you on ya back and yall chumps'll really see whats up

On the real, yall niggaz better chill

Think ya crew spittin flames - I'll put ya hot dogs on the grill

It gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint feelin me

Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me

Call me a director - I give clips to ya broad

Bullets is like gum - How they stick in ya jaw

Go 'head, call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart

And leave you on the train tracks in a shopping cart

This aint just beats and bars, Its things i'll do to you

In Compton fuck, I'm tryin to get through to you

The gauge'll open ya chest like vics

How you went from being soft to hard - niggaz is dicks

I don't wanna hear nothin bout ya coke and ya toast

Liars get shot in they tongue - I'll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!

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