Paroles de Kilt It

Put your fist up, swing around left-to-right I ain't talkin bout a show, this a mothafuckin' fight Fuck yo kicks up, put ya shoe through his eye If the nigga gets up, then you ain't do it right I rap like a nigga, you rhyme like a bitch Son's actin up, go find me a switch Got my mind in a ditch, keep ya eye on the kid Five nine, buck fo' five, grimy as shit I'm what's really hood in Brooklyn, and hella poppin out in Compton Call me FMak, a.k.a. Somebody Stop Him Got security stompin at every show I'm rockin Crowd response is "son, he kilt it" like a Scottsman A force to be beat, can't be done, knock you off ya feet King of the Hill, you live across the street from Dawson's Creek So make ya'self at home, Why?, cause you finna drop In a coffin with locks filled with four cinder blocks When my crew's in the house, we abusin' ya spouse She thought I was Paul Wall, I put my jewels in her mouth Move-em-in, Move-em-out, raw hide mothafucka Quick to the draw, if you ain't raw, Hide Mothafuckaaaa!! [scratches]