Текстове на песни: Kia Shine. Other. Krispy (Remix).

(feat. Swizz Beats, Jim Jones, Slim Thug, E-40, ...)

[Intro: Kinfolk]
Here is the true story I got to tell
About this rapper Kia Shine who be fresh as hell
And whether this Krispy is cold (showtime)
And this Krispy is king [?]
Anybody the errty game was the Kripsy remix

[Swizz Beatz]
Whip it on em, lemme see you whip it on em
Ay, whip it on em, lemme see you whip it on em
Ay, hit the floor, lemme see you hit the floor
Krispy, hit the floor, lemme see you hit the floor
(Showtime!)
Whip it on em, lemme see you whip it on em
Ay, whip it on em, lemme see you whip it on em (come on)
Ay, hit the floor, lemme see you hit the floor
Krispy, hit the floor, lemme see you hit the floor

[Verse 1: Swizz Beatz]
Krispy, is what I am
You see the glass fingaz that's on my hands (urghhh!)
You can catch me if you can
Cuz in the hood they call me Swizzy Bread Man (Swizzy!)
I got the black on black
They couldn't believe that I came in that
They couldn't believe after Swizz is back
I got my tic-tac on, and my bucket hat
I told ya,
Say my name, say my say my say my name (Swizz! Yep!)
Say my name, say my say my say my name (Yep! Showtime!)
You see the champ at the god damn Frank
[?]

[Chorus:]
I'm so krispy, I'm so krispy
My jeans nine hundreds shoes head 50
(This is the remix!)
I'm so kripsy, I'm so krispy
Become to being fly, you can't get with me

[Kinfolk:]
I party like a rockstar
Pray like a preacher
Dress like a player
And that on a dollars sneakers
Who my traffic jams and the labels like wow!
Who be fresh on BET, Boosie had to wipe me down
Kinfolk Kia Shine that's my name and
I can't go to hoes on, suck it bout my name brands
Er'some haters see I was on one hit happen
And the Ten' gettin' money on the last six summers (haters)
(Who's Kia Shine girl he sound superfly)
He ain't got MTV, whut you mean on Ma
I'ma do I phone numbers, [?] about to kills me
On what at least gon' be the bigger man then Pac and [?]

[Jim Jones:]
Jones,
So kripsy (yep) so kripsy
Chain eighty stacks in the car 2-60
Paper like that in the car come from Sissly [?]
Prayin' like that in the broads can't freeze me (hey ma')
Maybe I'm a nice licky licky (oh)
Can't tell her time that you part get 'em dizzy (no)
Yeah I got to have it like the [?] money (aw!)
[?] around like everything funny (ah ah ah)
You can't believe this not a joke (no)
Them yellow diamonds like the middle of the yacht (bling)
Champagne spillin' for the talk
Toast, shit!
[?]
We gon' gettin' paper every hour of the year!