Snotty Nose Rez Kids - KIDS COME UP, ITS SUPPERTIME!

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Lyrics:

This about the come up, Larry bird to Larry legend
Go run the numbers up, we gon’ come up in a second,
Nails all done up, let me put my bun up
We litty in the city, turnt up until the sun up

We on demon time, scary hour
Like Mike I go Austin Powers
Im a menace to society
Im like a jealous ex, I ain’t going out quietly

Y’all been real sensitive & I cant really blame ya
This shit been so repetitive, banger after banger
This is for all relations, I even love my haters
I been thankful for Creator, homie, you can thank me later

Up, up, ‘n away, couple hours till I land
I been hungry all my life, you should see the dinner plans
I need something in my stomach, what’s the yams for 100
Man, these hunger pains been ugly, I’m a savage when I’m hungry

I’m just a kid from the Reservation
When we eat we need a reservation
Aways late, never waiting
You never ate? Grab a plate den!

Osh gosh, boy Pete sake
Writing raps is such a piece of cake
Ricky Bobby never pumped the breaks
Life’s a rat race, Shake’n’Bake

You know we been cooking, DJ Kookum drop the bomb on ‘em
Snotty Nose the business, you don’t like it? Call ya mom on ‘em
Honor what you eat, but I’ve never made no honour roll
Snotty Nose forever, you can put that on my momma bro

Eating good, I’m the meal ticket
You don’t like it learn to deal with it
I got the sauce, baby got the dirty dishes
I been hungry all my life, now my belly feel real different

I feel different
Oh yeah I feel different
I do (damn right)

Kids come up its suppertime
Kids come up its suppertime

It’s time to eat baby
Supper time
Go

Thunderbird fly like my great granny
On my Baba grave dawg, I put this on my grand daddy (Yi Yi)
No more spammy baby, I been going hammy hammy
Brush the dirt off up my shoulder ‘fore I hit the sanny, family,

I just cruise, when I moves, so I get there when I do’s
Light skin like mama dukes, ain’t that truth?
I’m too beast for the zoos, ocean been our swimming pools
Couple brews brews, make a couple screws loose

You ain’t got a blues clue my neechie
Still think that I ain’t got it? but I do my neechie (I do!)
No drama, just another comma or two my neechie
Shit, I’m Koola-pop coolin, I’m cool my neechie
It’s what I do baby

Yo, fuck your word of mouth
I’m ice cold like the north-north when it’s snowing out
I’m all in, no way out - we showin’ up and showin’ out
Truth hurts baby, baby, now go ahead and walk it out, walk it out

Neechie please, I ain’t tryna beg
It’s keep up or catch up, I’m on my second leg
I’m a dog, OG’s call me Dag
And I’m so fucking humble, I don’t even gotta brag my Neechie

Two braids, HEY VICTOR!
Funny how things change, HEY TRICKSTER!
The fruits of my labour got flavour
Did my time on the bench, now we major

SNRK, what you sayin boy?
Like a vet on the squad, I ain’t playin’ boy
I’m Public Enemy when I bring the noise
We be walkin’ to our own drum, baby, we dem boys

We about to eat, raise a toast for the speech
Get your ass up out your seats
Ain’t no telling how long I’ve been waiting, its amazing
All my relations, its supper time baby, lets feast

Preach
Let’s feast baby
I don’t eat unless the whole family eats
And that’s facts man
Kids come up, it’s suppertime
Kids come up, it’s suppertime

What you think it is
What you think, Ah, Ah

Huuuh ok
My stummy hurts, I can’t wait, Imma eat you all for lunch
All you rappers are the same, you grow on trees by the bunches
Got a hunch like Notre Dame, I’ll ring your bell you try to front

Out ‘n’ about as a kid I look out for the streetlights
Poutin’ and fussin’ ain’t get it done if you wanna eat right
Came wit’ a spoon and a plate, I’m takin all your deep fry
Bangin’ and juggin’ was never me but Imma steal mine

Jees christ, G-5, champagne on the team flight
Besides you lie, you can’t even speak right
I was in dirt now I’m Mr. Clean
Hop off the curb, momma cook the beans right

Time to come home got an appetite like boa
Im rappin’ I need a bow
And she archin’ it like a bow
And you tiny Nate Archibald
And I’m hoopin’ in my Girbauds
I’m a star and I give you hope
And I’m sick of the fuckin pope.

Suppertime, time to get these racks, (racks, racks, racks)
Funnys wanna jump me ‘cause I’m jacked (yah they do)
Dumby hit a bumpy in the flat (big dumby)
Dumby how I’m tellin’ all these facts

Catch me at the table gettin fat
Never share my cheese with a rat
You can come ‘n’ kick it we can chat
But after that you gotta goooo

You had your time
You had your chance

Now its back in my hands
Call me Nick Cannon stuffed in my pants
Momma yellin’ out the window, “Come and eat yo’ yams”
Supper time I’m hungry I been waitin’ for my chance

I been washin’ my hands all my life
I been washin’ my hands
I been washin’ my hands all my life
Now it’s time to eat

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