
Rap Hangover Craig Mack (Ft. La Shawn Monet)
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[La'Shawn Monet] [Chorus]
If there's a cure for this
I don't want it, I dont want it
If there's a curse for this
Mack
I dont need it, I dont need it
If there's a cure for this
I dont want it, I dont want it
If theres a cure for this
Mack
I dont need it, I dont need it
[Craig Mack] [Verse]
Well I been on the microphone for 13 years of my life
Hello world, I finally rock each boy and girl
I'm just here to get on down with the funk
Don't want the whole world, but Lord give me a chunk
It's the King Don, eat ya ass like a bon bon
Or wonton soup, as I lay down the scoop
I was broke in the corner , street life pick me up
Two days away from asking for some change inside a cup
No flava in ya ear was the jam to rock the many
But at the time my rhyme did not make a penny
And I'm out on my own, lookin for a record deal
Just gimme a chance, I know I'll rock the steel
And now I'm here , 1997 is the year
Making MC's disappear
'cause 1000 degrees is my temperature
If rap makes me sick, I dont want no cure....
If there's a cure for this
I don't want it, I dont want it
If there's a curse for this
Mack
I dont need it, I dont need it
If there's a cure for this
I dont want it, I dont want it
If theres a cure for this
Mack
I dont need it, I dont need it
[Craig Mack] [Verse]
Well I been on the microphone for 13 years of my life
Hello world, I finally rock each boy and girl
I'm just here to get on down with the funk
Don't want the whole world, but Lord give me a chunk
It's the King Don, eat ya ass like a bon bon
Or wonton soup, as I lay down the scoop
I was broke in the corner , street life pick me up
Two days away from asking for some change inside a cup
No flava in ya ear was the jam to rock the many
But at the time my rhyme did not make a penny
And I'm out on my own, lookin for a record deal
Just gimme a chance, I know I'll rock the steel
And now I'm here , 1997 is the year
Making MC's disappear
'cause 1000 degrees is my temperature
If rap makes me sick, I dont want no cure....
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