"Trippin'" lyrics
I know you know it
Trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
You know it
Trippin'
I know you know it
Trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
I know you know it
Bluku music!
Must be daft, must be trippin'
If I ever catch man in the ends slippin'
I've got the balls like Michael Jordan
I've got the balls like Scottie Pippen
Catch man with the family skinny dippin'
When I pull out the ting, trust me, you'll be dippin'
Into the water, into the woods
I've got mumsy and I've got paps - he's good
What'd you think, you've got heart of steel?
I know you wanna block man, still
But I'll dunk on man like Shaquille O'Neal
Dunk on man like Shaquille O'Neal
Yeah, yeah, I'm a shooter from behind the lines just like Steve Kerr
Kill them with a, with a three-pointer
Way mana move, man I move super
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
If you wanna come and get your head burst
Draw for the big verse, you go first
Must be daft, having a laugh
A wah di bludclart, a wah di rass
Cah us man here, yeah we fill out the dancehall
Them man there can't even fill half
Us man here reloading a kilo
Them man there reloading a half
That lyrical rep that you're holding blud, I will snap that in half
Lyrically, I make you drown in your own bloodbath
Just for a laugh
Then I give your girl my autograph
Gotta get up in her because she's got class
When I saw her walk past, I was impressed by the big breast and big arse
Had to step back and look like "RASS!"
Gonna be the first one, can't be the last
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
If you wanna come and get your head burst
Draw for the big verse, you go first
Bidi-bap-bap
Must be having a bubble, bubble
Must be having a bubble bath
Lyrical war, yeah, that's my craft
MCs wanna try follow my path
I can tell you now, they're not gonna last
When I do my ting and I put it on blast
Man of the future, man of the, man of the
Man of the future, man of the past
Don't like me then kiss my arse
'Cause, I'm in a different class
You can be a student in my class
If you need some good advice, ask
Promoting music, that's my task
Gotta mind out for the snakes in the grass
Man might go to the feds and grass
Money up, now you're back down on your arse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
If you wanna come and get your head burst
Draw for the big verse, you go first
Straight after, I'm gonna shake the earth
Spit my verse, leave a curse and make an MC rehearse, reimburse his verse or look forward to the worst, reverse
Not gonna stop 'til we come first
And I know it hurts to know we're gonna buss
And you'll get left in a hearse, zipped up in a bag just like purse
Trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
You know it
Trippin'
I know you know it
Trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
You know it
You're trippin'
I know you know it
Bluku music!
Must be daft, must be trippin'
If I ever catch man in the ends slippin'
I've got the balls like Michael Jordan
I've got the balls like Scottie Pippen
Catch man with the family skinny dippin'
When I pull out the ting, trust me, you'll be dippin'
Into the water, into the woods
I've got mumsy and I've got paps - he's good
What'd you think, you've got heart of steel?
I know you wanna block man, still
But I'll dunk on man like Shaquille O'Neal
Dunk on man like Shaquille O'Neal
Yeah, yeah, I'm a shooter from behind the lines just like Steve Kerr
Kill them with a, with a three-pointer
Way mana move, man I move super
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
If you wanna come and get your head burst
Draw for the big verse, you go first
Must be daft, having a laugh
A wah di bludclart, a wah di rass
Cah us man here, yeah we fill out the dancehall
Them man there can't even fill half
Us man here reloading a kilo
Them man there reloading a half
That lyrical rep that you're holding blud, I will snap that in half
Lyrically, I make you drown in your own bloodbath
Just for a laugh
Then I give your girl my autograph
Gotta get up in her because she's got class
When I saw her walk past, I was impressed by the big breast and big arse
Had to step back and look like "RASS!"
Gonna be the first one, can't be the last
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
If you wanna come and get your head burst
Draw for the big verse, you go first
Bidi-bap-bap
Must be having a bubble, bubble
Must be having a bubble bath
Lyrical war, yeah, that's my craft
MCs wanna try follow my path
I can tell you now, they're not gonna last
When I do my ting and I put it on blast
Man of the future, man of the, man of the
Man of the future, man of the past
Don't like me then kiss my arse
'Cause, I'm in a different class
You can be a student in my class
If you need some good advice, ask
Promoting music, that's my task
Gotta mind out for the snakes in the grass
Man might go to the feds and grass
Money up, now you're back down on your arse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
I come first, not second or third
By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse
If you wanna come and get your head burst
Draw for the big verse, you go first
Straight after, I'm gonna shake the earth
Spit my verse, leave a curse and make an MC rehearse, reimburse his verse or look forward to the worst, reverse
Not gonna stop 'til we come first
And I know it hurts to know we're gonna buss
And you'll get left in a hearse, zipped up in a bag just like purse
