Tekst piosenki:
Fresh kid Z, fresh kid C
(Yes, sir)
Fresh kid P, fresh kid T
(Oh, yeah, we back)
Oh, and Xaphoon got a little
Yeah, Jones
Yeah, Chiddy Bang
And we pretty much amazing
Can we hear your new song, please?
I got you
Hey, yo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
Mo money, mo problems, when I get it, I’m a pile it up
Now I’m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
Hey, yo, I once was a kid with the other little kids
Now I’m rippin’ up shows and ‘em fans goin’ wild with us
Tell mommy, I’m sorry, this life is a party
Remember you was a kid, reminisce, days of the innocense
Now it’s Chiddy Bang, google me the images
Follow me, follow me, I’m the leader
And when I park cars, I don’t pay for the meter
I remember I was younger, as a kid it was the best
I used to touch on all the pretty girls at recess
I’m at my peak, yes, I won’t leave yet
Serial style, cereal, all I need’s chex
I can make these rappers run like a hard drill
Rock band show you how the guitar feel
And I could care less how ya’ll feel
I got a flow that make a bitch do a cartwheel
This is that good, just puff it and relax, bro
And you could get it free, don’t worry ‘bout the tax, though
And, Xaphoon, thank you for the crack
But I play a Ron Bergundy, I anchor on the track like what
Hey, yo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
Mo money, mo problems, when I get it, I’m a pile it up
Now I’m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
Hey, yo, I once was a kid with the other little kids
Now I’m rippin’ up shows and ‘em fans goin’ wild with us
Tell mommy, I’m sorry, this life is a party, I’m never growing up
Can I please get a little bit of knowledge?
Somebody tell Roth that I don’t love college
Cuz the real world’s kinda like Real World
And it’s drama, so you are Svetlana
And I’m just a rhymer, swimmin’ in the water
Tryin’ to dodge the piranha and fly to Bahamas
Pretty little mama, Chiddy in the spot
Where you at, pearl lady?
Show me what you got
They say, why you rapping for the kids for?
I say, my clothes come fitted, the Lids store
This summer you can catch me on a big tour
I’m high grade, I think they need to quiz more
And let me get with ya, don’t let the kid hit ya
I’m the photo album for Valetta has, big picture
The rule is, the dude is, so up, so chuck, I’m a cool kid
Hey, yo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
Mo money, mo problems, when I get it, I’m a pile it up
Now I’m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
Hey, yo, I once was a kid with the other little kids
Now I’m whippin’ up shows and ‘em fans goin’ wild with us
Tell mommy, I’m sorry, this life is a party, I’m never growing up
Hey, yo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
Mo money, mo problems, when I get it, I’m a pile it up
Now I’m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
Hey, yo, I once was a kid with the other little kids
Now I’m whippin’ up shows and ‘em fans goin’ wild with us
Tell mommy, I’m sorry, this life is a party, I’m never growing up
Dodaj adnotację do tego tekstu »
Historia edycji tekstu
Komentarze (15):