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  • Cam O’bi – TenderHeaded (feat. Smino)

    [Chorus]
    How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
    How come, how come?
    Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
    How come, how come?
    Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
    Since my cradle hit the flo
    Tender head, my denim skrong
    Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

    [Verse 1: Cam O’bi]
    Remember when I was a kiddo, growin’ up in the middle
    Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
    A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
    Sister said I need to do somethin’ about them beedy-beed naps
    Snackin’ on Andy Capp’s with a pickle and a quarter water
    Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted
    I told that man I wanted to look like Superman
    But when he had the long hair
    You know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
    The damn barber just started laughin’
    I cried as he gave me that bald fade
    Afro puffs hit the flo’, symbolic of sheddin’ my innocence
    I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians
    With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
    Like a perm burned off my happiness, I sat silently acquiescent, pitfalls of adolescence
    Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
    Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa’s elves
    "You wanna goto jail?", "Hell naw, mister security!"
    Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth
    Talkin’ bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house"
    But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin’ my record now
    You pull a comb thru my afro that shit’ll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
    Rollin’ my innocence in a cigarillo like

    [Chorus]
    How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
    How come, how come?
    Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
    How come, how come?
    Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
    Since my cradle hit the flo
    Tender head, my denim skrong
    How come, how come?
    How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
    How come, how come?
    Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
    How come, how come?
    Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
    When my cradle hit the flo’
    Tender head, my genes on swole
    Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

    [Verse 2: Smino]
    I don’t wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner
    Unless it’s produced by David Banner
    Elbows on the lunch table, eatin’ on a gravy sammich
    Lil’ nigga, no table manners
    Crazy it attracted shawty’s
    On the back of the bus gettin’ neck had a knack for noggin’
    Lil’ nick at nighttime
    Googlin’ booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
    My block was a Rubix
    Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock
    And they could not ice cube it, damn
    Mama, I don’t like this school shit
    Fuck an alogarithm, I’ll log into the music, damn
    Daddy, I don’t like this school shit
    I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
    All my teachers think I’m challenged mentally
    But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be
    Instantly began a surgery
    Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah bitch, Yah!
    All my blessings came when I accepted I’m not y’all
    I been put it down the line like laundry
    They told find something more concrete
    Now a lil’ nigga breakin’ concrete
    Praises to God I ain’t no convict
    They’ll never take away my confidence

    [Chorus]
    How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
    How come, how come?
    Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
    How come, how come?
    Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
    Since my cradle hit the flo
    Tender head, my denim skrong
    How come, how come?
    How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
    How come, how come?
    Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
    How come, how come?
    Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
    When my cradle hit the flo’
    Tender head, my genes on swole
    Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah


  • BIG SHAQ – Man’s Not Hot lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yo, Big Shaq, the one and only
    Man’s not hot, never hot
    Skrrat, skidi-kat-kat
    Boom

    [Verse 1]
    Two plus two is four, minus one that’s three, quick maths
    Everyday man’s on the block, smoke trees
    See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers
    When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking (you man ducked)
    Hold tight, Asznee (my brudda), he’s got the pumpy (big ting)
    Hold tight, my man (my guy), he’s got the frisbee
    I trap, trap, trap on the phone, movin’ that cornflakes
    Rice Krispies, hold tight my girl Whitney (my G)
    On the road doin’ ten toes, like my toes (like my toes)
    You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose (chilin’)
    If she ain’t on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose (check your nose, fam)
    You donut, nose long like garden hose

    [Chorus]
    I tell her man’s not hot, I tell her man’s not hot
    The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
    I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)
    I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
    I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
    The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
    I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)

    [Verse 2]
    Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four (us man)
    Chillin’ in the corridor (yo), your dad is forty-four
    And he’s still callin’ man for a draw (look at him), let him know
    When I see him, I’m gonna spin his jaw (finished)
    Take man’s Twix by force (take it), send man’s shop by force (send him)
    Your girl knows I’ve got the sauce (flexin’), no ketchup (none)
    Just sauce (saucy), raw sauce
    Ah, yo, boom, ah

    [Refrain]
    The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
    Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
    Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
    Poom, poom, you dun know

    [Chorus]
    I tell her man’s not hot (man’s not), I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
    The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
    I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)
    I tell her man’s not hot
    I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
    The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
    I said, “Babes, man’s not hot”

    [Bridge]
    Man can never be hot (never hot), perspiration ting (spray dat)
    Lynx Effect (come on), you didn’t hear me, did you? (nah)
    Use roll-on (use that), or spray
    But either way, A-B-C-D (alphabet ting)

    [Refrain]
    The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
    Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
    Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
    Poom, poom, you dun know

    [Outro]
    Big Shaq, man’s not hot
    I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
    40 degrees and man’s not hot (come on)
    Yo, in the sauna, man’s not hot (never hot)
    Yeah, skidika-pap-pap