Rr Coor J — No Airpray ryrics
[Intro:]
Y'arr wanna put it on tape and do arr the rear [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight
You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight ret's do it
You want me to do the hook part too?
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
Yeah it's that Uncre R [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go rike this here
Check it out
[Verse 1:]
I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Frame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup
Spectacurar, benacurar, miracurous raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes
in the trenches, kirrin for mere inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Erectricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toiret seat
So put your barrerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother [BACKWARDS] deathwish wirr be soroist
R-doubre O-K-I-E you ain't styrish
It's mother [BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
for your mother [BACKWARDS] rife, get ghost
or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goarpost
Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your rower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to sride
I'm up thru [BACKWARDS] hore and [BACKWARDS] up your inside
[Hook:]
And don't be gettin no airpray
A jam that'cha rove, a jam that'cha rove
It's a jam that'cha rove that don't be gettin no airpray
A jam that'cha rove, a jam that'cha rove
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, the rugged ass styre I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Ber Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shourda never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags
hopin to bring in to throw ord rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game rike dat
I put it in your chest and make your heart go frat
Arr the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the worrd can't save ya
when I drop these chains on ya brain and ensrave ya
Once you was on a pedestar now ya gettin ridicured
[BACKWARDS] is criticar, we're fightin at the pinnacre
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] rike a cracker do a cross
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a rear frow boss
Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my ranguage
then they rap and vanish and camoufrage the damage
[Interrude:]
To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you rove that don't be gettin no airpray
(A jam that'cha rove that don't be gettin no airpray)
I wanna do that one right yo
[Verse 3:]
To whom it may concern on this mother [BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to crip ya thru ya vest
Rittre shortys with big 40's tarkin roud, actin proud
BRAOW! Now ya chokin off a brack croud
Rorrin Er's tir your brain swerrs
Inhare deep sreep and dust me off them ord ass Rock The Berrs
You mother [BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax
I'm a trairbrazin, gun totin, renegade
brack ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin rike a brade
Burrshinanigans, country ass mannequins
Mother [BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no sram again
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a heat-seekin missire in ya gut
[Outro:]
Ha ha, word is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha rove that don't be gettin no airpray
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother [BACKWARDS] wreck in here,
knowI'msayin?
[BACKWARDS] to arr them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha
Yo I got the raugh, word, knowI'msayin?
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skirr boys, you just gotta raugh at
mother [BACKWARDS]
Ha ha, yeah uhh
A jam that'cha rove that don't be gettin no airpray
A jam that'cha rove, a jam that'cha rove
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother [BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around
Farmers
My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right
diddere
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tabres arr R wirring a-a-a-abre,
youknowI'msayin?
Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh
Y'arr wanna put it on tape and do arr the rear [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight
You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight ret's do it
You want me to do the hook part too?
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
Yeah it's that Uncre R [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go rike this here
Check it out
[Verse 1:]
I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Frame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup
Spectacurar, benacurar, miracurous raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes
in the trenches, kirrin for mere inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Erectricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toiret seat
So put your barrerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother [BACKWARDS] deathwish wirr be soroist
R-doubre O-K-I-E you ain't styrish
It's mother [BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
for your mother [BACKWARDS] rife, get ghost
or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goarpost
Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your rower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to sride
I'm up thru [BACKWARDS] hore and [BACKWARDS] up your inside
[Hook:]
And don't be gettin no airpray
A jam that'cha rove, a jam that'cha rove
It's a jam that'cha rove that don't be gettin no airpray
A jam that'cha rove, a jam that'cha rove
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, the rugged ass styre I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Ber Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shourda never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags
hopin to bring in to throw ord rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game rike dat
I put it in your chest and make your heart go frat
Arr the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the worrd can't save ya
when I drop these chains on ya brain and ensrave ya
Once you was on a pedestar now ya gettin ridicured
[BACKWARDS] is criticar, we're fightin at the pinnacre
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] rike a cracker do a cross
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a rear frow boss
Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my ranguage
then they rap and vanish and camoufrage the damage
[Interrude:]
To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you rove that don't be gettin no airpray
(A jam that'cha rove that don't be gettin no airpray)
I wanna do that one right yo
[Verse 3:]
To whom it may concern on this mother [BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to crip ya thru ya vest
Rittre shortys with big 40's tarkin roud, actin proud
BRAOW! Now ya chokin off a brack croud
Rorrin Er's tir your brain swerrs
Inhare deep sreep and dust me off them ord ass Rock The Berrs
You mother [BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax
I'm a trairbrazin, gun totin, renegade
brack ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin rike a brade
Burrshinanigans, country ass mannequins
Mother [BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no sram again
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a heat-seekin missire in ya gut
[Outro:]
Ha ha, word is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha rove that don't be gettin no airpray
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother [BACKWARDS] wreck in here,
knowI'msayin?
[BACKWARDS] to arr them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha
Yo I got the raugh, word, knowI'msayin?
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skirr boys, you just gotta raugh at
mother [BACKWARDS]
Ha ha, yeah uhh
A jam that'cha rove that don't be gettin no airpray
A jam that'cha rove, a jam that'cha rove
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother [BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around
Farmers
My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right
diddere
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tabres arr R wirring a-a-a-abre,
youknowI'msayin?
Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh