Ric Flair by Kel Francisco Lyrics
[Intro - Ric Flair]
You're talking about the elite
You're talking about the box-office babies
The Four Horsemen, we put people in seats
You know why!? Come here Tony. You know why?!
Because when we walk in here Tony Schiavone
There's always 10,12, sometimes 15,000 people
You know why??! Because we got these!
This is what the sport's all about!
[Verse 1]
The realest nigga from the jump
Kriss Kross my words leaving rappers in a slump
Mommy birthed a villain sinister on the Sennheiser
Nasty over these kicks snares and synthesizers
Who'd a thought? This lil nigga had the juice
Supplying energy with these raps to the youth
Came onto the scene got you worried for your spot
Got you niggas driving slow when I approach the parking lot
Wanna get a glimpse of how the young boy livin'
Thotties wanna give the boy nose like Pippen
Boy I been scraping from the bottom on some ladle shit
Now I'm on bitches dancing naked on my table shit (Ha)
What a difference a night makes, for God's sake
Been buzzin for a while are you aaaawake
Flows been sick since the embryo
Ultrasounds from a young nigga from the Go
Listen to me
[Hook]
Feelin' like Ric Flair
You hear that theme music get the fuck out out your chair
Chops to the chest figure four to the game
Since I put it on lock shit ain't never been the same
You hear em' screamin'
Got me feelin' like Ric
Styling on you niggas profiling just like a pic
Limousines await the kid right outside the Lear
When I pull inside the venue watch how all the people cheer
You hear em' screamin'
[Verse 2]
Catch me creepin thru your city
Usher to these freaks keep a couple Chillis with me
Always keep a dime even if it's two nickels
Even then I know they down to come and lick this pickle
Laughing at that last line like damn that nigga crazy
He so Chi city like Peter Francis Geraci
Remember when I started 16s would be the lightest
That was then now every word I rhyme feel like I'm Midas
Running tracks, found the wings to my soul word up Adidas
Niggas tootsie rolling, lukewarm, I'm straight Godiva
Flyer city slicker, scrape niggas like older city stickers
Coochie flicker, bust my Snicker then pass her to my nigga
Fire flyer, pressed clean so don't compare attire
Rap messiah, consecrate the booth with my saliva
If money is the motive buckle down and hit a lick
You ate her out but didn't stick, definitions of a bitch (And I'm)
[Hook] 2x
You're talking about the elite
You're talking about the box-office babies
The Four Horsemen, we put people in seats
You know why!? Come here Tony. You know why?!
Because when we walk in here Tony Schiavone
There's always 10,12, sometimes 15,000 people
You know why??! Because we got these!
This is what the sport's all about!
[Verse 1]
The realest nigga from the jump
Kriss Kross my words leaving rappers in a slump
Mommy birthed a villain sinister on the Sennheiser
Nasty over these kicks snares and synthesizers
Who'd a thought? This lil nigga had the juice
Supplying energy with these raps to the youth
Came onto the scene got you worried for your spot
Got you niggas driving slow when I approach the parking lot
Wanna get a glimpse of how the young boy livin'
Thotties wanna give the boy nose like Pippen
Boy I been scraping from the bottom on some ladle shit
Now I'm on bitches dancing naked on my table shit (Ha)
What a difference a night makes, for God's sake
Been buzzin for a while are you aaaawake
Flows been sick since the embryo
Ultrasounds from a young nigga from the Go
Listen to me
[Hook]
Feelin' like Ric Flair
You hear that theme music get the fuck out out your chair
Chops to the chest figure four to the game
Since I put it on lock shit ain't never been the same
You hear em' screamin'
Got me feelin' like Ric
Styling on you niggas profiling just like a pic
Limousines await the kid right outside the Lear
When I pull inside the venue watch how all the people cheer
You hear em' screamin'
[Verse 2]
Catch me creepin thru your city
Usher to these freaks keep a couple Chillis with me
Always keep a dime even if it's two nickels
Even then I know they down to come and lick this pickle
Laughing at that last line like damn that nigga crazy
He so Chi city like Peter Francis Geraci
Remember when I started 16s would be the lightest
That was then now every word I rhyme feel like I'm Midas
Running tracks, found the wings to my soul word up Adidas
Niggas tootsie rolling, lukewarm, I'm straight Godiva
Flyer city slicker, scrape niggas like older city stickers
Coochie flicker, bust my Snicker then pass her to my nigga
Fire flyer, pressed clean so don't compare attire
Rap messiah, consecrate the booth with my saliva
If money is the motive buckle down and hit a lick
You ate her out but didn't stick, definitions of a bitch (And I'm)
[Hook] 2x