paroles de chanson Kizz My Black Azz - MC Ren
You
kiss
my
black
ass
because
you
sucked
my
dick
off
My
balls
are
fallin
out
of
your
mouth
when
you
cough
This
is
for
the
people
in
the
business,
the
people
in
the
streets
And
most
of
all
it's
to
the
wack
muthaf**kas
with
wack
beats
Fools
on
the
streets
wish
they
was
in
my
shoes
Cause
every
day
they
wake
up,
they
see
me
on
the
news
I'm
hittin
number
one
the
first
week
that
I'm
released
And
my
muthaf**kin
business
and
my
bank
account
increase
Bitches
ride
the
poke
and
niggas
ride
the
sack
So
I
guess
that
you
can
say
they're
both
caught
in
the
impact
Niggas
in
my
neighborhood
ain't
about
nothin
The
po'
broke
muthaf**kas
think
I
owe
em
something
But
I
don't
owe
em
shit
but
a
'what's
up'
for
a
hello
And
ask
for
a
job,
the
answer
is,
"hell
no"
Go
back
to
the
corner
with
your
brew
and
be
angry
Cause
lookin
at
me
crazy,
that
shit
ain't
gonna
change
me
But
some
of
them
are
cool,
and
they
know
who
they
are
The
ones
that
used
to
kick
it
with
me
when
I
couldn't
afford
a
car
But
the
others
talk
shit
behind
my
back
The
main
muthaf**kas
always
sayin
they
gotta
rap
Wait
to
make
a
record
like
it
happens
overnight
But
the
rhymes
are
always
sloppy
and
they're
never
ever
tight
Then
they
get
pissed
when
I
tell
them
that
it's
wack
But
ren
ain't
a
pussy,
so
step
the
f**k
back
And
kiss
my
black
ass
I'm
tired
of
rappers
with
live
instruments
on
the
stage
Save
the
shit
for
parades
And
while
you're
at
it,
why
don't
you
dress
like
a
clown
And
draw
yourself
a
permanent
frown
Cause
the
pioneers
didn't
draw
bands
in
the
blueprints
Because
it
wouldn't
make
sense
Rappers
doin
this
should
retire
Niggas
lookin
like
earth,
wind
& fire
People
don't
go
to
rap
shows,
so
they
can
hear
a
band
It's
like
a
man
tryin
to
f**k
a
man
It
defeats
the
whole
purpose
It's
like
a
fish
tryin
to
swim
on
the
surface
A
big
circus,
all
that's
missin
is
a
tent
Because
the
shit
ain't
worth
five
cents
So
a
nigga
like
ren'll
take
a
stand
To
say
a
real
rap
artist
don't
need
a
band
All
you
need
on
the
stage
is
meat
and
bones
Save
the
band
shit
for
quincy
jones
And
no
more
singin
on
the
breaks,
please
The
shit
is
spreadin
fast
like
disease
And
for
them
I'll
be
a
cure,
pure
You
know
that
I
know
I'm
sure
So
i'ma
trap
on
my
lure
Every
hypocritical
muthaf**ka
that's
suckin
with
the
rap
Give
him
a
real
nigga
slap
Kiss
my
black
ass
Now
rappers
in
the
business
talk
shit
behind
my
back
Just
because
their
shit
ain't
sellin
and
people
call
it
wack
But
when
I
go
to
clubs,
I
get
the
utmost
respect
Them
jealous
muthaf**kas
know
I
clock
crazy
checks
Sayin
I
wouldn't
sell
if
I
didn't
cuss
But
while
they
fuss,
I'm
goin,
gone,
they
goin
dust
Barely
standin
the
light
of
the
lime
Life's
a
bitch
with
some
pussy-ass
rhymes
But
they
always
on
my
dick
when
they
see
me
I
think
beneath
that
point,
they
wanna
be
me
I
don't
break
my
neck
to
be
in
other
niggas'
videos
Standin
around
like
hoes
But
them
other
niggas
gotta
do
it
for
pub'
Because
nobody
recognize
them
in
the
club
And
when
they
see
me
they
wanna
kick
it,
so
people'll
stare
Quit
swinging
on
my
dick
hairs
And
as
soon
as
I
leave,
the
muthaf**kas
start
yappin
Run
they
mouth
like
a
bitch,
better
than
they
do
rappin
And
I
don't
need
a
crew
Because
a
crew
can't
do
shit
that
a
real
nigga
can't
do
So
to
all
y'all
niggas
that's
down
with
a
crew
How
does
it
feel
ot
be
number
two?
Kissin
another
nigga's
ass
so
you
can
slick
sign
a
autograph
And
move
people
out
his
path
And
that's
the
reason
i'ma
diss
you
Stuff
your
mouth
with
tissue
And
kiss
my
black
ass
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