paroles de chanson Ahhh - Run-DMC
Uh-huh,
yeah,
what?
Yo,
yo
Aiyyo
I
seen
Run
with
the
chrome
spinnin
Watchin
the
Knicks
in
the
back
of
the
6
Pulled
up
on
the
side
like,
"Who's
winnin?"
Nigga
said,
"Me
since
eighty-three,
get
it
right"
Politely
flashed
his
Roley,
then
dipped
to
the
light
Next
night
seen
him
on
stage
with
some
platinum
shells
With
baguettes
on
the
side
that
spelled
"Raising
Hell"
I
said,
"Run
the
crowd
yell
like
you
paid
'em
well"
Then
he
said
to
ask
Bertha
Dell,
who
the
hell?
Oh
well
- I
thought
I
was
done
bein
impressed
Until
my
man
called
me
up
and
told
me
listen
to
Flex
{"Yo
yo
yo,
turn
on
Flex"}
I
ain't
know
what
to
do
It
was
like
Run
was
sunnin
everybody
but
then
again
the
shit
was
true
MC's
must
want
him
gone,
hoppin
on
chrome
Sayin
they
the
kings,
please,
you
kept
the
seat
warm
Ain't
nobody
better
than
this
twenty
year
veteran
Even
as
a
Reverand,
hotter
than
you
ever
been
It
don't
really
matter
who
the
hell
you
are
The
fakest
of
all
cats
or
the
biggest
of
stars
(uh-huh)
Tryin
to
doubt
these
three,
you
breakin
the
law
They
the
kings,
LEAVIN
Y'ALL
IN
AWE,
THAT'S
REAL
PAW
Like
ahhh,
Dunn
done
did
it
again
Ahhh,
pad
done
hit
the
pen
Ahhh,
man
they
droppin
gems
Ahhh,
the
kid's
bout
stackin
the
ends
Yo,
Rev.
Run,
run
the
block,
swerve
the
Dat'
Flow
is
hot,
don't
need
no
gun
to
cock
I'm
sick
of
Vidal,
your
brother
tried
to
get
me
to
fall
I'm
kickin
it
raw,
even
in
the
thick
of
it
all
Run
laps
around
wack
cats,
I
hate
DAT's
Since
way
back,
made
great
tracks,
I
lace
raps
Yo
face
that,
before
you
catch
aluminum
bats
From
numerous
cats
with
Run-D.M.C.
on
they
hats
You
ain't
gettin
no
show
'til
your
album
out
The
label
don't
wanna
spend
money
yo
what's
THAT
about?
No
clout,
had
to
settle
for
a
fake
amount
While
my
catalogue
bigger
than
your
bank
account
No
doubt,
I'm
the
greatest
all
time
fo'
sho'
Rev.
Run
comin
through
and
leavin
niggaz
in
awe
Yo
Run
remember
that
night
at
the
light
in
the
back
of
the
6?
Yeah
I
was
mad
the
Knicks
lost,
I
got
a
new
whip
Yeah
I
see,
the
Bentley
Arnage,
with
the
four
doors
What
is
that,
for
more
horse?
Nah
son,
for
more
tours
I
see
you've
been
peepin
me
for
quite
some
time
Yo
my
bad
Ain't
a
thing,
nigga
I
noticed
you
rhyme
Yo
what
a
nigga
gotta
do
to
be
more
like
you?
A
nigga
like
me
ain't
got
a
clue
First
things
first
I
DJ,
Run
all
the
rappers
Actors,
they
want
status
But
they
can't
have
this
Since
"Krush
Groove"
you
been
makin
them
papes
A
lot
of
rap
movies
been
made
since
but
most
of
them
fake
Thanks
for
the
compliment
kid,
now
jump
BACK
in
your
car
It's
the
Reverand
leavin
niggaz
in
awe,
that's
real
paw
like
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