Crown Hutch - Shine Likah Star lyrics
*Hey, this is Kain from Chicago and my weekend song is...* Shine Likah Star/ Like it's everything you are/ Like a/ Like a star/ like it's everything you are/ Gotta/ Burn like a barn like it's everything you own/ Like a/ Like a barn, like it's everything you own that ain't bad I got double-sided tape/ take lint from fleece pants Left bionic arm to disarm the policeman Nice Evil regal s**a beagle/ you're not hip Poisonous lips flip/ sipped some paint drips Time travellin/ I'm travellin/ 3rd of July of NINE-FIVE b**h shifted on my dick and now my dick's alive Kabul, Abu Dhabi, Dubai because a helicopter/ Natty on the funk beat got me hella proper/ Doctored Dr. Pepper colas with they own lids/ Thomas call me Tom Pickles with they own kids/ Wasted, thin-waisted pasty b**h is hitting roads/ Crown Hutch, Press me together, I'm about to explode/ I'm about to explode right now/ Press the bu*ton Crown Hutch *My weekend song is...* Shine Likah Star/ Like it's everything you are/ Like a/ Like a star/ like it's everything you are/ Gotta/ Burn like a barn like it's everything you own/ Like a/ Like a barn, like it's everything you own that ain't bad You step into the booth, like spooky ghosts for cursed rehearsal / Face like a goddamn cla** action face commercial/ Quit rapping/ Go on a mountain/ Have it tell you what you're best in/ Face like a goddamn...win a new face replacement game show contestant, wow/ I'm the bane of Tarzan, in his hut, in his wife/ Ninety-nine calories from gluttonous life/ Barely barelling downhill, gold trumpets and light/ Shoulder on my hand, it'll be alright/ My fans fixate/ on asphyxiating while they're waiting/ Mixtaping Yeah, while I'm taping the mix/ And now I'm back in the midst of being mistaken for wit/ But I'm not giving a sh** because I'm f**ing Crown Hutch.../ I sleep standing up...in Peruvian oils, i'll pile-drive a cop into oily, dirty, f**ing fat Jerusalem soils Shine Likah Star/ Like it's everything you are/ Like a/ Like a star/ like it's everything you are/ Gotta/ Burn like a barn like it's everything you own/ Like a/ Like a barn, like it's everything you own that ain't bad Everybody know she's got nice-a** a**/ And I'm the rap a**a**in, b**h, in case you're askin/ I'm shooting up d** with guns and b**h I'm robbin Baskins/ Robbin Robin Robinson for Walter Jacobson's faxes/ Platinum axes caress the ma**es/ This b**h relaxes while she's doing her taxes/ I like her hair so much...it's making me feel gay/ I like her dress so much, it's making me feel gay/ Like her shoes so much, it's making me feel gay/ I'm chillin out in the country on a big stack of hay/ b**h, smoking-hot-b**h/ I'm blunt-smoking pots which/ Makin me feel high, though/ Like fourth of July, though/ Like up in the sky, though/ Everybody: get dough!/ Pizza men flip dough but I don't give a sh**, though/ Make you s** my dick, ho/ New york times six though/ Break my dick off inside her/ like I'm bad I'm thinkin about..... I'm thinkin about Michelle Pfeiffer/ Like I'm bad/ You step into the booth/ Like spooky ghosts for cursed rehearsal/ Face like a goddamn cla** action face commercial... * This is Shawn from Chicago and my favorite weekend song is...* Shine Likah Star/ Like it's everything you are/ Like a/ Like a star/ like it's everything you are/ Gotta/ Burn like a barn like it's everything you own/ Like a/ Like a barn, like it's everything you own that ain't bad