Ras Kass Air Em Out Lyrics

[Ras Kass]
Jea! Re-Up! A J-Classic classic. Razzy... rest in peace Justo
I'm about to air these n____z out one time

[Verse 1]
Yo yo, ain't no n____ like the one right here
Spit flames, leave bloodstains on one night gear
G-Star jeans, gun right near
Now homey X just f___ed us his b____ like "Yeah!"
Dawg I'ma spit the hottest s___
f___ a dentist, eat a fire department and prop colleges
Ras Kass, King of the West, acknowledge this
And get a piece of the rock like meteorogologists
What Dame Dash and hapha is
645 Coupe the same color Chewbacca is
And you's a n____ everybody hates like Jar Jar Binks
That clown at the bar buying hot b____es drinks
What you passin' on to me?
What you know about Chinchilla minks? Ten killers deep
Skittle flavored diamonds, first it's blue, then it's pink
Candy painting was off, dog we floodin' the streets

[Hook 1]
I
WILL
NOT
LOSE
I (RE-UP about that fetti)
WILL (Load up your glocks, get ready)
NOT
LOSE (haha... jea jea jea!)

[Hook 2]
Hood n____z if your arms up, bear it out
n____z ain't scared, if it's drama, we gon' air 'em out!
If your whip on chrome, what you carin' 'bout?
Drop the top, do a buck 10, dawg, air 'em out!
Who spit flame, n____ never doubts?
No problem, it's nothing, I'ma air 'em out
East, West, up North to the Dirty South (air 'em out)
I'ma (air 'em out), I'ma (air 'em out)

Yo

[Verse 2]
I keep s___ off the chain
Like broken clasp, medallions fallin' off
And yall n____z hopin' Ras go play on the freeway
But I'm that agent in the Matrix: Reloaded
Jumpin' out movin' cars, smashin' your hoods for the keys, man
And not the ones that open doors
Por fa vor, I'm talkin' ki, mayne
Silencer on the SPK, f___ BDS them f___in' at VVVJs(???)
R&B singers, new found fact
Got a 9 inch d___, tell your b____ to SoundScan that!
And my Down South cats be like "What it do?"
Cause my little cousin's bein' Memphis classic blue
And n____z still ga-not ga-knowin' as Gary ga-Knew(???)
Plus I'm more Chris Real so long with Big Punished brew
Downstairs in Jimmy's Cafe, album released
Young n____ in the belly, but now I'm a beast
And it's like Sin City, every town holdin' heat
So I'm like the yellow n____, kid it's foul when I speak
And my baby moms said I need to cut down on my cheatin'
Started f___in' midgets, kept creepin'
You ain't gotta tell me, I know you feelin' this s___
I hear what I'm sayin' you know I'm killin' this s___, n____

[Hook 2]

[Verse 3]
Sometimes it all seems f___ed up though
Rest in peace, cause what's mixtapes without Justo?
Sip the' Grey Goose, thinkin' about that ride on the Gray Goose
Ankles chained, headin' to Beirut
Crucified next to some n____ named Jesus
Died ressurected, bustin' blue, still trey-deuced
So yall n____z better respectognize s___s real
When my mixtape's hotter than every album this year

[Hook 1] + [Hook 2]

See also:

14
14.42
Diana Ross It's My Turn Lyrics
Charles D. Lewis Soca Dance Lyrics