Run-D.M.C.

Run-D.M.C. - Kick The Frama Lama Lama lyrics

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AUHHH!





Yes yes y'all

Off to the lagoon, so soon, my tune'll have room

to go boom so I go to the ?pazoom?

place where the bass in your face is never 'ternal

Then I ran into my man the alligator so

How you livin like a sucker wife is such a nag

I wish I wish when niggaz fish they'd make a gator bag

but other than that I'm livin fat I got a record deal

Me and this pig got fifty gigs yo homeboy check it squeal

He said his rap and that was that and I was left alone

Let me kick you this lyric

Gather round now hear about the Flintstones

Fred and Barn' and all the rest of the Flintstones

they got a Benz with rocks and dark tints homes

Kitted out, VVS the whole bit

People screamin on Fred and sayin, "Oh shit!"

And then my man Fred came home late (doin what?)

cold beefin bout, Mr. Slate

And then he walked to the door, seen Wilma cryin

Fred said, "Yo hoe, I ain't lyin!"

And next thing, you heard a little crunch

Fred fell (what?) result of a punch

And then they got up, and went and got the crew

Back to the hoe's house -

yabba dabba dabba dabba doo y'all

a dabba doo y'all

And that's comin straight from me to you y'all





You need a umbrella if it starts to rain

You need a umbrella if it starts to rain

You need a umbrella if it starts to rain

So why didn't you just bring a raincoat?

And I hope, that you have a boat

cause my cussin is floodin and you need to stay afloat

Not on water, but on somebody's daughter

You never ever wanna say that you caught a

breeze, that'll freeze or some kind of the disease

to make you ill and sneeze (AH-CHOO!)

I'm tryin to tell you Baby Pop

You press your luck or youse a sucker suckin on a lollipop

You knocked off the boots and only got your shit wet

Needles inject just to disinfect, you're upset

your stupid monkey-ass didn't protect yourself

Kick the frama lama lama lama lama!

AH-CHOO!





Motherfuckers poppin shit about a nigga goin out

without a hit or shit to his name to claim

and aim that shit towards me, nah..

That ain't what time it is, cause this is mines and his

'Member the crime you did?  Don't ever close your lid

cause if you sleep I keep the cheap motherfuckin

tape you gave me, so behave see

My name is Run and I'll run this ruler up your ass

and measure the shit you're poppin

There's no stoppin or coppin or playin with me

you see, I'll break your fuckin neck, I'm deadly!
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Language: English

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