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    "Ahhh" Lyrics


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    [Chris Davis]
    Uh-huh, yeah, what? Yo, yo
    Aiyyo I seen Run with the chrome spinnin
    Watchin the Knicks in the back of the 6
    Pulled up on the side like, "Who's winnin?"
    Nigga said, "Me since eighty-three, get it right"
    Politely flashed his Roley, then dipped to the light
    Next night seen him on stage with some platinum shells
    with baguettes on the side that spelled "Raising Hell"
    I said, "Run the crowd yell like you paid 'em well"
    Then he said to ask Bertha Dell, who the hell?
    Oh well - I thought I was done bein impressed
    until my man called me up and told me listen to Flex
    {"Yo yo yo, turn on Flex"} I ain't know what to do
    It was like Run was sunnin everybody but then again the shit was true
    MC's must want him gone, hoppin on chrome
    sayin they the kings, please, you kept the seat warm
    Ain't nobody better than this twenty year veteran
    Even as a Reverand, hotter than you ever been
    It don't really matter who the hell you are
    The fakest of all cats or the biggest of stars (uh-huh)
    Tryin to doubt these three, you breakin the law
    They the kings, LEAVIN Y'ALL IN AWE, THAT'S REAL PAW

    [Chorus: Run]
    Like ahhh, Dunn done did it again
    Ahhh, pad done hit the pen
    Ahhh, man they droppin gems
    Ahhh, the kid's bout stackin the ends

    Yo, Rev. Run, run the block, swerve the Dat'
    Flow is hot, don't need no gun to cock
    I'm sick of Vidal, your brother tried to get me to fall
    I'm kickin it raw, even in the thick of it all
    Run laps around wack cats, I hate DAT's
    Since way back, made great tracks, I lace raps
    Yo face that, before you catch aluminum bats
    from numerous cats with Run-D.M.C. on they hats
    You ain't gettin no show 'til your album out
    The label don't wanna spend money yo what's THAT about?
    No clout, had to settle for a fake amount
    While my catalogue bigger than your bank account
    No doubt, I'm the greatest all time fo' sho'
    Rev. Run comin through and leavin niggaz in awe

    [Chorus - 2X]

    [CD] Yo Run remember that night at the light in the back of the 6?
    [Run] Yeah I was mad the Knicks lost, I got a new whip
    [CD] Yeah I see, the Bentley Arnage, with the four doors
    [CD] What is that, for more horse?
    [Run] Nah son, for more tours
    [Run] I see you've been peepin me for quite some time
    [CD] Yo my bad
    [Run] Ain't a thing, nigga I noticed you rhyme
    [CD] Yo what a nigga gotta do to be more like you?
    [CD] A nigga like me ain't got a clue
    [Run] First things first I DJ, Run all the rappers
    [Run] Actors, they want status
    [CD] But they can't have this
    [CD] Since "Krush Groove" you been makin them papes
    [CD] A lot of rap movies been made since but most of them fake
    [Run] Thanks for the compliment kid, now jump BACK in your car
    [Run] It's the Reverand leavin niggaz in awe, that's real paw like

    [Chorus - 4X]
    This song was submitted on December 13th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Christopher Davis, Jason William Mizell, Joseph Ward Simmons, Randy Allen.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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