Ain't No Thang

[Chorus] Jamaican girls are the finest things We the kings of Kingston so you gotta sing But you know it ain’t no thang but a chicken wang (Wang, wang, wang, wang, wang) Ain’t no thang but a chicken wang (x2) We the kings of Kingston so you gotta sing But you know it ain’t no thang but a chicken wang [Verse 1: KinDah} Flow’s ever heaven sent, rapping for the hell of it Making these rappers look irrelevant Don’t mix the colors with the whites no they delicate And all these rappers delegate but no I’m president Somebody tell me what’s priorities Cause I got school but day dream in sororities Yeah, and babylon as my authorities Come to I & I and wah pressure me like rice and peas Far from the regular putting a hit on senators They wanna go late night I ain’t Letterman Let ‘em in, I’m coming for all the veterans How could I cop these flows when I invited them? Spitting over instruments hoping of being limitless They playing catch up they must heard we living it We crossing boarders like an immigrant Hold up, hold up, now who you say is as sick as this? [Chorus] [Verse 2: Dash D] I killed the beat call the coroner Get away with murder like I'm living out in Florida My raps deliver like a courier The way that I be rapping people ask if I'm a foreigner Nah I live in JA give thanks but I’m trying to get in Bel Air just to I fill up banks My flow’s hot that's what your girl keep telling me Hot like the pictures that your girl keep sending me Different day, same enemies Man they love is hate, nah, I guess they really couldn't take the jealousy We out here flossing cause to us it is exciting You only flossing because your dentist advised it My name's Dash but you could just call me Hyphen And I'm the best but this verse is just to remind 'em It ain't no thang but a chicken wang boy But how much for that chicken wang boy? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Dash D & KinDah] Dash they say this rap thing can't work Like white girls in the club, boy they can't twerk So rich, so thick, Mrs. Butterworth We all about delivery like giving birth Boy, I gotcha Raps so sick, flow ill, need a doctor They going back and forth, uhmm, like I'm playing tennis I flow like Venice on this beat I'm a menace no Dennis Rap mean and I ain't telling no one sorry Cause these boys popping molly while girls pop it like Miley Hol’ up, Ain’t it obvi? these rappers stuck in the lobby We go on beats so retarded and school boys like khaki Not even Flow been this progressive and I’m coming to accept it These rappers gotta death wish but anyway [Chorus] [Bridge] From born sinners to good kids in mad cities From Protoje’s, Kabaka P’s and Keznamdi’s Hot raps ‘cause we living in the West Indies On my grind and hustle ’til nothings left in me Mean, I mean I gotta live my dream Couple teens and we plotting up a scheme Showed up on the scene but it ain’t what it seems This song is my theme so you know I gotta sing homie [Outro] Ain’t no thang, Ain’t no thang homie (x3) We on the scene, what? We getting big homie Ain’t no thang, Ain’t no thang homie (x3) We on the scene, what? We getting big homie