Luke Christopher - Hell Of A Rhyme lyrics

Yeah, let me take ya'll back I had the people saying na, na, na ,na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, yeah Luke Christopher Observe I was born on noble back when n***as had to run away quick, see Old folks never like when young a** kids be Shooting hoops down by the drive-way And if I hit the ball over the wall, I'd have to go and take the side way I say, I say I may have raised some hell at my schools Fighting in lines and trying to stay cool Like Urkel, on the wall like murals In my hoodie and my air force one pair more Though I was not a scholar, I could make the ladies holler Started spittin' from the heart when they was spitting from the wallet Talking 'bout how they forever kings, yeah right Forever never long as it do seem, yeah right I used to, tell stories at the park on the playground And after dark if ever the cops would come wed have to stay down Told my n***a Adrian, shh they heard you lay down I'mma hit the hill and flip the bird on the way down See that was how we rolled, that was how we rolled We were never hood but we had a lot of soul, so Anytime I'm back at home doing a show yo I have the mother f**er bouncing like a pogo [Hook:] Yeah, so get your hands high If you in the mood for a hell of a time Call up the homies, get a bottle of wine And I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme like Yeah, so get your hands high If you in the mood for a hell of a time Drive to the store get a bottle of wine And I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme like I was wearing them off-white chucks with the floral printed pants With only 15 bucks we took a cab to the dance Hopped out with the baddest chicks in the room Heard the teachers saying, "Man I'm glad they graduate soon," yes! And on the nights where we were hurting for real We'd drive through Beverly hills just to see how it feels If the weather was cold, we would hit up a show Tried to sneak into the back so I can spit them a flow If we was late, we rode our bikes after the bus We were the legends of the summer, there's a chapter for us In a book somewhere, yeah somewhere pretty In an old library in a forgotten city, man! Life is the fastest Ain't nobody tell you 'bout the life of a rapper It's all, money and gold, cars and hoes But diamonds dont shine in the dark Ergo we sayin' this! [Hook x2:] Yeah, so get your hands high If you in the mood for a hell of a time Call up the homies, get a bottle of wine And I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme like Yeah, so get your hands high If you in the mood for a hell of a time Drive to the store get a bottle of wine And I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme like