Kenan & Kel - Nef The Pharaoh

Let a nigga touch me and we gon' break his jaw

I met your bitch got off the phone and dropped right in her drawers

VVS no not one flaw

Old cooked ass nigga you are not raw

And I ain’t talkin' 'bout the can when I say Airsoft

Head shot let’s see that nigga try to walk it off

Fuck rap F&M makin' hip hop

I got a hundred on whoever you can get dropped

Are you a shooter and a boss?

You niggas swear to God

I was taught to play my part I’m really in the mob

I feel like when he was choppin' out that black Saab

Two-two-threes had 'em like «Whoa» I think I’m Black Rob

You don’t appreciate the artist, if you don’t like Nas

Hit him in his left eye like I’m T-Boz

On the race for that cake like a cheetah

Vicious racks in my jeans and a Visa

Who like orange soda?

Neffy do

I just wanna bust a bag with you

Diamonds dancin' changin' colors ooh!

Bitch I’m rich, I’m only twenty-two

And I slide to the neck 'cause these niggas’ll tell

For the 90's, we was off Kenan and Kel

Your bitch grimy, I put her on a track in the

Now it’s an all-time high on cock I raise sales

Who you niggas think you foolin' with them little choppers

top make a bitch say «ah we real ones»

I used to watch PJ’s, projects, daddy whippin' that Pyrex

Beanie flipped up on the plane, that’s a high hat

You workin' at the airport, but you ain’t fly yet

Wherever you reach for my chains, that’s where you die at

I got a snake for a pet but I don’t buy rats

You call the FBI and tell 'em where your guys at

Off that and I’m faded off good

If I put down my mic, I’ma whoop ass

I get booked out in London and Paris

You do shows for the free I’m embarrassed

Ooh, broke ass wonder where your work be at?

Got my paper diagnosed I got a healthy check

You could get Nick with this cannon, wildin' out on camera

Fuck nigga think he all that he can’t handle it

You are now tuned in to the live vibes of Chang Chang

The XB got a green light

HK with a flashlight

I know these niggas wanna live my life

These pussy niggas be on

Switch it up Chang

Get back, I’m trappin' where I’m chilln' at

Hit her with that all gold rubber she think I’m Trinidad

Beast mode Marshawn Lynch, baby I’m still a sav

You undeveloped mothafucka smell like Similac

I bought a brand new foreign, tore that bitch up

Drop low and give me head, it’s a stick up

I put a bun on a Drac' he no cinnamon

You know we gonna run a train if my niggas come

Hey Pooh, why these boys actin' funny?

He said «niggas is gonna talk Nef, just get money»

My dog, ride around my city like I’m top dog

Slide down your block and drop 30 like I’m John Walsh

Shout out to my niggas wearin'

this bitch don’t trick and that shit grows

All this jewelry on my body is a glow show

We was in movies you and your niggas play the broke roles

It’s Chang Chang

We are all the Chang

See the Chang is the world, the world is Chang

Stay alive for more good vibes

Hear ye, hear ye

Chang