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Jah Jr. - Kickin' Flav Lyrics



Jah Jr. - Kickin' Flav Lyrics




Yeah
Yeah
Fritz boy you send them
Beats mane I send em right back
Let's do it

I say this the way I kick it
Now everybody dig it
I be spiffy from my head to my toes
I'm just cruising through the city
Got my shawty ridin with me
We by jiggy super high from the dro
(Say what you doing?)
Bc I'm gettin to that money
Gettin to that money
Gettin to that paper fasho
Baby this the way I'm livin
You can't kick it how I kick it
Kickin flava while I'm chasin the dough

Through the city I'm maneuvering
Doing shit just to do it
Got em wading through the wave
Cuz the flow give em is fluid
Used to ride inside that Buick
Station wagon I ain't braggin
Shit was lucid
Even in that accord they loved me like Lucy
Sippin on duplin
Or is it duplin?
I'm outta Dublin
That be city
You Don't like it?
Nigga, F*ck ya
You can hate, I still love ya
My hospitality southern
Out that dirty
Ima give em that country
That's why they love me

I say this the way I kick it
Now everybody dig it
I be spiffy from my head to my toes
I'm just cruising through the city
Got my shawty ridin with me
We by jiggy super high from the dro
(Say what you doing?)
Bc I'm gettin to that money
Gettin to that money
Gettin to that paper fasho
Baby this the way I'm livin
You can't kick it how I kick it
Kickin flava while I'm chasin the dough

I remember comin up
On the west side Dub
Papa bear was always fresh
I was too clean as a cub
In that celica
On the south side they show hella love
Ain't no pressure bruh
Cuz daddy had that glock don't mess with us
I remember I was 12
12 put my unc in a cell
On ya friends you never snitch
If you did they'd give you hell
Im a hustler baby. Sent that pack off in the mail
Bout my paper kickin flava baby I could never fail

I say this the way I kick it
Now everybody dig it
I be spiffy from my head to my toes
I'm just cruising through the city
Got my shawty ridin with me
We by jiggy super high from the dro
(Say what you doing?)

I see you back in the big city of Dublin man
Bringin everything back home boy
I feel ya I feel ya
I'm proud of ya
I'm glad you bringing stuff back home here
(Preciate you man)
Yeah you doing well where you at
Got everybody chantin out Dublin
I seen the videos
I seen all the videos
Yeah you got folks in South Carolina
Thinking they're from Dublin
(And they don't even know what it look like)
That's Whatsup right there
(It's all about painting that picture)
But just wait til I come up there
(Ohhhh Jah Sr.)
Oh yeah it's gon be up in there
Real real big then
(Yeah Real Big Jah)
Big J up in there!
The real Big J
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Yeah
Yeah
Fritz boy you send them
Beats mane I send em right back
Let's do it

I say this the way I kick it
Now everybody dig it
I be spiffy from my head to my toes
I'm just cruising through the city
Got my shawty ridin with me
We by jiggy super high from the dro
(Say what you doing?)
Bc I'm gettin to that money
Gettin to that money
Gettin to that paper fasho
Baby this the way I'm livin
You can't kick it how I kick it
Kickin flava while I'm chasin the dough

Through the city I'm maneuvering
Doing shit just to do it
Got em wading through the wave
Cuz the flow give em is fluid
Used to ride inside that Buick
Station wagon I ain't braggin
Shit was lucid
Even in that accord they loved me like Lucy
Sippin on duplin
Or is it duplin?
I'm outta Dublin
That be city
You Don't like it?
Nigga, F*ck ya
You can hate, I still love ya
My hospitality southern
Out that dirty
Ima give em that country
That's why they love me

I say this the way I kick it
Now everybody dig it
I be spiffy from my head to my toes
I'm just cruising through the city
Got my shawty ridin with me
We by jiggy super high from the dro
(Say what you doing?)
Bc I'm gettin to that money
Gettin to that money
Gettin to that paper fasho
Baby this the way I'm livin
You can't kick it how I kick it
Kickin flava while I'm chasin the dough

I remember comin up
On the west side Dub
Papa bear was always fresh
I was too clean as a cub
In that celica
On the south side they show hella love
Ain't no pressure bruh
Cuz daddy had that glock don't mess with us
I remember I was 12
12 put my unc in a cell
On ya friends you never snitch
If you did they'd give you hell
Im a hustler baby. Sent that pack off in the mail
Bout my paper kickin flava baby I could never fail

I say this the way I kick it
Now everybody dig it
I be spiffy from my head to my toes
I'm just cruising through the city
Got my shawty ridin with me
We by jiggy super high from the dro
(Say what you doing?)

I see you back in the big city of Dublin man
Bringin everything back home boy
I feel ya I feel ya
I'm proud of ya
I'm glad you bringing stuff back home here
(Preciate you man)
Yeah you doing well where you at
Got everybody chantin out Dublin
I seen the videos
I seen all the videos
Yeah you got folks in South Carolina
Thinking they're from Dublin
(And they don't even know what it look like)
That's Whatsup right there
(It's all about painting that picture)
But just wait til I come up there
(Ohhhh Jah Sr.)
Oh yeah it's gon be up in there
Real real big then
(Yeah Real Big Jah)
Big J up in there!
The real Big J
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Writer: Johnny Howard
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Performed By: Jah Jr.
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Johnny Howard

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