Kizz My Black Azz Lyrics - Kizz My Black Azz - Mc Ren

You kiss my black ass because you sucked my dick off 

My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough 

This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets 

And most of all it's to the wack muthafuckas with wack beats 

Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes 

Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news 

I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released 

And my muthafuckin business and my bank account increase 

Bitches ride the poke and niggas ride the sack 

So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact 

Niggas in my neighborhood ain't about nothin 

The po' broke muthafuckas think I owe em something 

But I don't owe em shit but a 'what's up' for a hello 

And ask for a job, the answer is, "hell no" 

Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry 

Cause lookin at me crazy, that shit ain't gonna change me 

But some of them are cool, and they know who they are 

The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car 

But the others talk shit behind my back 

The main muthafuckas always sayin they gotta rap 

Wait to make a record like it happens overnight 

But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight 

Then they get pissed when I tell them that it's wack 

But ren ain't a pussy, so step the fuck back 

And kiss my black ass 

I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage 

Save the shit for parades 

And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown 

And draw yourself a permanent frown 

Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints 

Because it wouldn't make sense 

Rappers doin this should retire 

Niggas lookin like earth, wind & fire 

People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band 

It's like a man tryin to fuck a man 

It defeats the whole purpose 

It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface 

A big circus, all that's missin is a tent 

Because the shit ain't worth five cents 

So a nigga like ren'll take a stand 

To say a real rap artist don't need a band 

All you need on the stage is meat and bones 

Save the band shit for quincy jones 

And no more singin on the breaks, please 

The shit is spreadin fast like disease 

And for them I'll be a cure, pure 

You know that I know I'm sure 

So i'ma trap on my lure 

Every hypocritical muthafucka that's suckin with the rap 

Give him a real nigga slap 

Kiss my black ass 

Now rappers in the business talk shit behind my back 

Just because their shit ain't sellin and people call it wack 

But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect 

Them jealous muthafuckas know I clock crazy checks 

Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss 

But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust 

Barely standin the light of the lime 

Life's a bitch with some pussy-ass rhymes 

But they always on my dick when they see me 

I think beneath that point, they wanna be me 

I don't break my neck to be in other niggas' videos 

Standin around like hoes 

But them other niggas gotta do it for pub' 

Because nobody recognize them in the club 

And when they see me they wanna kick it, so people'll stare 

Quit swinging on my dick hairs 

And as soon as I leave, the muthafuckas start yappin 

Run they mouth like a bitch, better than they do rappin 

And I don't need a crew 

Because a crew can't do shit that a real nigga can't do 

So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew 

How does it feel ot be number two? 

Kissin another nigga's ass so you can slick sign a autograph 

And move people out his path 

And that's the reason i'ma diss you 

Stuff your mouth with tissue 

And kiss my black ass