Just Hangin' Out Lyrics
| Song | Just Hangin' Out |
| Artist | Main Source |
| Album | Breaking Atoms |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacKenzie, MacKenzie ... | |
| I'm just hangin out... | |
| I'm just hangin out... | |
| I'm mainly known for the rough raps | |
| But kids steal my lyrics like hubcaps | |
| And eat em like stacks of flapjacks like rugrats | |
| HEY, and I get busy over unknown traps | |
| While the next man flaps his lids like Parkay | |
| I'm skilled in the field, so slide to the side | |
| I make a rapper cry, cause I can get some shuteye | |
| While he's havin hard times writin rhymes | |
| So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my lines | |
| Which is the reason why I like to hang out and | |
| Hustle with my friends, to get away from pens | |
| And copiers, so I'm Corona bound | |
| To check Drew, a.k.a. Dr. Butcher and what's goin down | |
| And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get around town | |
| He's a clown | |
| Other than that I'm with Joe, and Burgles | |
| Watchin old Black Caesar flicks for kicks | |
| Jump in the Wagoner we're outta here without an idea where | |
| But usually we wind up there | |
| I go over K-Cut's block cause raw cuts is what he blends | |
| Check it, and I like to hang out, and hustle with my friends... | |
| Yo, I'm just hangin out... | |
| With my friends | |
| I'm just hangin out... | |
| And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL Smooth and Pete Rock | |
| Makin beats that's sharper than cleats | |
| With my Griffy Grif from the Cafe Black pros | |
| Checkin out videos | |
| And I speak with my man Rob Leak | |
| On the problems of the weak dumb and meek my man's deep | |
| Like the kid from the Bridge named the rapper Nas | |
| Me and Che collect money in bars | |
| And I run through discotheques like sound | |
| Royal Rich is profound, yellin free James Brown | |
| We rush through, up to the discotheque and | |
| Hustle up a storm in a swarm like we bought a farm | |
| Nobody can get with the whereabout | |
| Cause we're out to shuffle they feet | |
| Without a shadow of a doubt | |
| From Flushing to the streets of New York in fact | |
| Freshly dipped off the wack, but not to pan grack | |
| In the apartment got plans for the night | |
| Everything's right, takin it light | |
| Preparin for the best Tiffany's to be in | |
| And everyday seems like a day from the weekend | |
| The pool that never ends | |
| (Yo the science is the Powerhouse tonight baby | |
| Word I'm with that | |
| Always the Powerhouse | |
| Nah but ain't nuthin at your house! | |
| I like my house!) | |
| And I like to hang out and hustle with my friends | |
| [conversation continues] |
| zuo ci : MacKenzie, MacKenzie ... | |
| I' m just hangin out... | |
| I' m just hangin out... | |
| I' m mainly known for the rough raps | |
| But kids steal my lyrics like hubcaps | |
| And eat em like stacks of flapjacks like rugrats | |
| HEY, and I get busy over unknown traps | |
| While the next man flaps his lids like Parkay | |
| I' m skilled in the field, so slide to the side | |
| I make a rapper cry, cause I can get some shuteye | |
| While he' s havin hard times writin rhymes | |
| So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my lines | |
| Which is the reason why I like to hang out and | |
| Hustle with my friends, to get away from pens | |
| And copiers, so I' m Corona bound | |
| To check Drew, a. k. a. Dr. Butcher and what' s goin down | |
| And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get around town | |
| He' s a clown | |
| Other than that I' m with Joe, and Burgles | |
| Watchin old Black Caesar flicks for kicks | |
| Jump in the Wagoner we' re outta here without an idea where | |
| But usually we wind up there | |
| I go over KCut' s block cause raw cuts is what he blends | |
| Check it, and I like to hang out, and hustle with my friends... | |
| Yo, I' m just hangin out... | |
| With my friends | |
| I' m just hangin out... | |
| And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL Smooth and Pete Rock | |
| Makin beats that' s sharper than cleats | |
| With my Griffy Grif from the Cafe Black pros | |
| Checkin out videos | |
| And I speak with my man Rob Leak | |
| On the problems of the weak dumb and meek my man' s deep | |
| Like the kid from the Bridge named the rapper Nas | |
| Me and Che collect money in bars | |
| And I run through discotheques like sound | |
| Royal Rich is profound, yellin free James Brown | |
| We rush through, up to the discotheque and | |
| Hustle up a storm in a swarm like we bought a farm | |
| Nobody can get with the whereabout | |
| Cause we' re out to shuffle they feet | |
| Without a shadow of a doubt | |
| From Flushing to the streets of New York in fact | |
| Freshly dipped off the wack, but not to pan grack | |
| In the apartment got plans for the night | |
| Everything' s right, takin it light | |
| Preparin for the best Tiffany' s to be in | |
| And everyday seems like a day from the weekend | |
| The pool that never ends | |
| Yo the science is the Powerhouse tonight baby | |
| Word I' m with that | |
| Always the Powerhouse | |
| Nah but ain' t nuthin at your house! | |
| I like my house! | |
| And I like to hang out and hustle with my friends | |
| conversation continues |
| zuò cí : MacKenzie, MacKenzie ... | |
| I' m just hangin out... | |
| I' m just hangin out... | |
| I' m mainly known for the rough raps | |
| But kids steal my lyrics like hubcaps | |
| And eat em like stacks of flapjacks like rugrats | |
| HEY, and I get busy over unknown traps | |
| While the next man flaps his lids like Parkay | |
| I' m skilled in the field, so slide to the side | |
| I make a rapper cry, cause I can get some shuteye | |
| While he' s havin hard times writin rhymes | |
| So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my lines | |
| Which is the reason why I like to hang out and | |
| Hustle with my friends, to get away from pens | |
| And copiers, so I' m Corona bound | |
| To check Drew, a. k. a. Dr. Butcher and what' s goin down | |
| And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get around town | |
| He' s a clown | |
| Other than that I' m with Joe, and Burgles | |
| Watchin old Black Caesar flicks for kicks | |
| Jump in the Wagoner we' re outta here without an idea where | |
| But usually we wind up there | |
| I go over KCut' s block cause raw cuts is what he blends | |
| Check it, and I like to hang out, and hustle with my friends... | |
| Yo, I' m just hangin out... | |
| With my friends | |
| I' m just hangin out... | |
| And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL Smooth and Pete Rock | |
| Makin beats that' s sharper than cleats | |
| With my Griffy Grif from the Cafe Black pros | |
| Checkin out videos | |
| And I speak with my man Rob Leak | |
| On the problems of the weak dumb and meek my man' s deep | |
| Like the kid from the Bridge named the rapper Nas | |
| Me and Che collect money in bars | |
| And I run through discotheques like sound | |
| Royal Rich is profound, yellin free James Brown | |
| We rush through, up to the discotheque and | |
| Hustle up a storm in a swarm like we bought a farm | |
| Nobody can get with the whereabout | |
| Cause we' re out to shuffle they feet | |
| Without a shadow of a doubt | |
| From Flushing to the streets of New York in fact | |
| Freshly dipped off the wack, but not to pan grack | |
| In the apartment got plans for the night | |
| Everything' s right, takin it light | |
| Preparin for the best Tiffany' s to be in | |
| And everyday seems like a day from the weekend | |
| The pool that never ends | |
| Yo the science is the Powerhouse tonight baby | |
| Word I' m with that | |
| Always the Powerhouse | |
| Nah but ain' t nuthin at your house! | |
| I like my house! | |
| And I like to hang out and hustle with my friends | |
| conversation continues |
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