RTC - Static Shock Lyrics

LL Merc

Yeah Yeah ok come on
I had to whip it and flip it
And trap out the phone
I had to go get the digits
And go on the road
Twenty-Five-Hundred-Thou
All the way from home
She want it for ever
Nah ain't jumping the broom

Mamacita my margarita
She make pizza not on pita
She not a cheetah my bonita
You gotta meet her, got greet her
Batman and Robin
Grow up like nightwing
This is a late night thing
Your body in Tyson
I strike like lighting
Static Shock I'm light king

Ok come on
I had to whip it and flip it
And trap out the phone
I had to go get the digits
And go on the road
Twenty-Five-Hundred-Thou
All the way from home
She want it for ever
Nah ain't jumping the broom

Right there
That's my shit right there
Making hits right here
I got your bitch right here
Talking shit right here
Got the clip right here
Make the clip disappear
Now you not even hear
Shit yeah got the ditch right there
I ain't playing no games
But I got the chips right here
We kick shit right here
No more saying it's my year
My shit bubbing out of space
My shit travel light years