CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rare Kind
Calling all cars, calling all cars!
We got a rare kind of rapper goin' off on a sick beat
We need backup...now!
Yeah. Woo! Hey!
Why you gettin’ cranky. The rare kind speaks
When I hear a brotha rap oh man it reeks
Never gonna take no **** from nobody
You can't just be nice when a brotha gotta own somebody
I'm just sayin’. Nobody is playin'
Found something under my bed. Whatchu hidin'?
That wasn't me can't yall see that
If you wanna blame me i'll take a step back
I don't mess with that. You all know about this
My biggest hit was a song called Sam's Diss
It gained a hundred and i’m proud
It makes everybody wanna bump the speakers loud
If you gotta take a break i’ll understand
Never wanna hear that Garbage from your Band
Sorry little ****s thinkin' they have it all
If they think they cool then they about to fall
You’re talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
What’s the deal. You told me it was ready
What I don't wanna see is a brotha with the tree
I won't feel sorry for you that's the law
If you havin' trouble better give me a call
It doesn't matter to you. Man I won't mind
Have I ever told about the people they aren't kind
Nice people don't exist change my brain
Too much hate man i'm goin' insane!
Is this some kind of joke? I ain't havin' it
I'm the type of person that just doesn't give a ****
I'm a rare kind of rapper you know you just don't know
You don't understand. Imma take tha stand
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
We got a rare kind of rapper goin' off on a sick beat
We need backup...now!
Yeah. Woo! Hey!
Why you gettin’ cranky. The rare kind speaks
When I hear a brotha rap oh man it reeks
Never gonna take no **** from nobody
You can't just be nice when a brotha gotta own somebody
I'm just sayin’. Nobody is playin'
Found something under my bed. Whatchu hidin'?
That wasn't me can't yall see that
If you wanna blame me i'll take a step back
I don't mess with that. You all know about this
My biggest hit was a song called Sam's Diss
It gained a hundred and i’m proud
It makes everybody wanna bump the speakers loud
If you gotta take a break i’ll understand
Never wanna hear that Garbage from your Band
Sorry little ****s thinkin' they have it all
If they think they cool then they about to fall
You’re talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
What’s the deal. You told me it was ready
What I don't wanna see is a brotha with the tree
I won't feel sorry for you that's the law
If you havin' trouble better give me a call
It doesn't matter to you. Man I won't mind
Have I ever told about the people they aren't kind
Nice people don't exist change my brain
Too much hate man i'm goin' insane!
Is this some kind of joke? I ain't havin' it
I'm the type of person that just doesn't give a ****
I'm a rare kind of rapper you know you just don't know
You don't understand. Imma take tha stand
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
You're talking to the rare kind, not to nice
If you gotta speak don't cross me twice
