Kicc Push Brotha Lynch Hung
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[Intro]
I got by the name of, Spiderman A.K.A Brotha Lynch Hung Espionage
This songs dedicated to all my ex homies. Real shit
[Verse]
First started when he was 16 writing straight spits
Matter of fact, first time he spitted niggas got ripped
Spit razor blades, it was cuttin his lips, for a week he had to talk with a lisp
Like thissssss
Now I could end the story right here
But the nigga couldn't quit, it was something in the air
Yeah, he said it was way better than stealin, he couldn't fight the feelin, it was something about it
Coulda been pushin powder, takin them chances
Branded, since the first spittin shit, he planеd it, UH
Labeled a misfit, he vanishеd boom...click
His neighbors couldn't stand it so
In the Regal in the park, slept till mornin got bent till dark
Yeah, this label's kinda fake in here, so he probly ain't gonna make no bacon here
[Chorus]
So he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, west coast
And away we roll, just a rebel, looking for a place to go
So we kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, west coast
You don't have to wait for me, I'm just a lyricist, looking for a place to be
So we kick...and push...in the west coast
I got by the name of, Spiderman A.K.A Brotha Lynch Hung Espionage
This songs dedicated to all my ex homies. Real shit
[Verse]
First started when he was 16 writing straight spits
Matter of fact, first time he spitted niggas got ripped
Spit razor blades, it was cuttin his lips, for a week he had to talk with a lisp
Like thissssss
Now I could end the story right here
But the nigga couldn't quit, it was something in the air
Yeah, he said it was way better than stealin, he couldn't fight the feelin, it was something about it
Coulda been pushin powder, takin them chances
Branded, since the first spittin shit, he planеd it, UH
Labeled a misfit, he vanishеd boom...click
His neighbors couldn't stand it so
In the Regal in the park, slept till mornin got bent till dark
Yeah, this label's kinda fake in here, so he probly ain't gonna make no bacon here
[Chorus]
So he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, west coast
And away we roll, just a rebel, looking for a place to go
So we kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, west coast
You don't have to wait for me, I'm just a lyricist, looking for a place to be
So we kick...and push...in the west coast
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