Kia Boy Lyrics by Prof
Alert, alert! Murderous intent
Dirt, dirt! You heard about the man
Got the furnace burning hot, you got to learn about the man
Got a Gurney for the man Ima learn him somethin’
Look what the cat dragged in, don’t give him any attention
An inch and he’ll take a mile, don’t give him any attention
The flow is consistent bitch, I’m getting hold of the mission
Poppa fresh out of prison, we getting right in to business
Aye
Alert, alert!
Dirt, dirt!
Sit back boy, I’ll handle it from here now
Aye, big boy been ballin’ all day
Roaches throw dirt on my name
Tryna stop a motherfucker, okay
I walk into a room chest first (uh-huh), got my opp eating fresh dirt (uh-huh)
Got a ten in a wet shirt (uh-huh), hallelujah-yessir!
It’s a problem when I get an idea, RIP Aaliyah borrow a Kia
All I need for keys is already here, tell me when to go and I will slide like a skier
This my state bitch, I’m Paul Bunyan (bow)
Orthopedic shoes, I’m a dumb dumb (bow)
Who the fuck this dude, where he come from?
Listen little bitch, I walk through what you run from
Seem to me they put a liar on a mountain and before I retire I’ma die up on a mountain
If you want to bring it back, bring the tire iron out here
I’ll be honest mother fucker, I knock the fire right out you
Aye
Alert, alert! (I’m good at what I do)
Dirt, dirt!
Sit back boy, I’ll handle it from here now
Hey, big boy been ballin’ all day
Roaches throw dirt on my name
Tryna stop a motherfucker, okay
Aye, big boy let me sit on his face
Hit a lick, it’s been a big day
With the shits, we finna to get paid (owww)
Alert, alert!
Dirt, dirt!
Alert, alert!
Sit back boy, get back boy!
Ok, gotta lot of motion now (uh-huh)
Have a model bring the lotion out (uh-huh)
Bartender, bring the ocean out (uh-huh)
Imagine what would happen if (cough)
They google who I am when I’m done with the bank (uh-huh)
Rumor is I’m running up in the ranks (uh-huh)
Rumor is she diabolically horny and loud
Eyes wide, when you come I cover your mouth
Pretty Ricky with the blicky, fuck goin’ on?
Keep it litty in my city, fuck goin’ on?
Man it’s gettin sticky, what the fuck goin’ on?
You ain’t southside, you in the 50’s, fuck goin’ on?
(What the fuck is going on man)
For the people in the back, Ima say it little louder
Only say it one time, for the haters and the doubters
If you want to bring it back, bring the tire iron out here
I’ll be honest mother fucker, knock the fire right outcha
Sit back boy, I’ll handle it from here now
Hey, big boy been ballin’ all day
Roaches throw dirt on my name
Tryna stop a motherfucker, okay
Aye, big boy let me sit on his face
Hit a lick, it’s been a big day
With the shits, we finna to get paid (owww)
Young man, hard man, young man, hard man, young man, hard man, young man, hard man
Grown man, hard man, grown man, hard man, grown man, hard man, hard man