Translation: Kid Frost. To My People.
the kings of rock Peace out y'all are players (Players, players) Straight up, to my true player buddies I'm talkin' About Big Daddy, Kane yous a player To your motherfuckin' heart, yeah, you know You my
Yo, Frost, kick it to these people for real you know what I'm saying? Time, sifts through the hourglass, through night and day And I watch as the games people
Watch us shine and watch the world be our witnesses It ain't a game dick you know us, European whips chain frost bit Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid
the microphone with my flyness So get off my jock..get of my cock..when I sky rock ...it in sky rock..shit...bitch [Proof] Ayo...a lot of people always
Class, D's can't get me My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me So many new flows, old flows start to panic
strength, real recognize real. [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3: (Chip Banks)] It ain't a game dick you know us, European whips chain frost bit Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid
I was raised on a dirt road ghost town. Stray dogs, whole nine the gold mine closed down. I knew the woods like the back of my hand, and I would shoot
what you think you no-floats, and row boats when u hit below dont say doh,.meew!meew! got to get out of here! slur my esses, then you blur my message
i was raised on a dirt road ghost town, stray dogs whole nine, the gold mine closed down i knew the woods like the back of my hand and i would shoot
and washed away all my indecencies Even sat in the sun, to try to cook up the beast in me But it's still there, eating away on my people skills But fuck
three: I walk in the room unload a boom that's like sonic My slick voice to the beat is symphonic To a biting mc my lines are toxic and chronic My mystical
I put up the range, the hoopty flow through ya block Ice cover my watch ya eyes stuck on the change What you thought its the Roc Wit my people from St.Lou Jack Frost, Jack Frost
it up slowly Now on the second day of christmas, my homeboy gave to me A fifth of hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed Now by the third day
swagger right I'm on a whole 'nother plant, go get a satellite I been untouchable since Chris Cross was Kris Kross My wrist glossed, my nickname is Kid Frost
Three:] I walk in the room unload a boom that's like sonic my slick voice to the beat is symphonic to a biting MC my lines are toxic and chronic my
street boss peoples loss Left a dog reap in the cost Had to go deep in the forest To hold police frost peeping the floss Conduct family biz have my
I rock the microphone with my flyness So get off my jock.. get of my cock.. When I sky rock... it in sky rock.. shit... bitch [Proof] Ayo...a lot of people
