Red Hot Lover Tone

Red Hot Lover Tone - Like That lyrics

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[scratching of]

(But they're all)

(But they're all)

[KRS-One] (But they're all just wick-wick-wack)	[x2]



[VERSE 1]

Now with a poem from the mind the Tone reaches a microphone

Best leave me alone cause I'm a Badder Boy than Sean Combs

[???] like Bivins, rappers get torn to smithereens

I'm livin to destroy Mikes like Robin Givens

But it's a given that I'm the absolut best since

MC's play the faggot role better than the Fresh Prince

But not from Bel-Air, I'm straight out of Brooklyn, resident

Seen your movie, gee, you didn't represent

But Red Hot can-can, yes, I can-can

My Method will 'bring the pain' simply cause I'm the man

So be a fan and let the R-e-d expand over band

Fuck around, you get more Japs than Japan

Like that



[CHORUS x2]

You better recognize I represent like that

I came to take your dollars and your cents like that

MC's be frontin but their rap styles lack

(But they're all just wick-wick-wack)



[VERSE 2]

I got niggas foamin at the mouth to get my style like rabies

I'm robbin MC's like Sugarhill did in the 80's

Hey ladies, can't you see I'm best at my sport and

Those rap styles you like got more Airs [/errors] than Jordan

According to the guys though I got the live flow

They hate the jive flow like young blacks hate the five-o

So creep to my TLC if you're yearnin

I wanna fuck Left Eye but I heard she's burnin..

I'm earnin mad chips to keep my pockets thick

While yours are anorexic like that [edited] chick

Sick, I got the style that you need to pick

With a mic I'm Handyman like the Damon Wayans flick

Like that



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3]

Now who's got the rap to keep the crap niggas jeally

My style reaches out to the young like R. Kelly

[??????] gotta have the beast in his belly

More [????] than skelly, more Thunder than Shelly

Pick up the telly and tell and friend and tell a friend

Red Hot's got niggas on their bended knees like Boyz II Men

You can't defend if you wind up on my stress list

Bet this, High School SAT's couldn't test this

I'm leavin wack MC's holy for Heaven

Kiss this sweet Earth good-bye, you're booty like Tevin

Campbell, this is just an example

How I dismantle MC's and blow em out like candles

Like that



[CHORUS]
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