Ak Ha Ha! Ak Hoo Hoo Lyrics by Akinyele

Ak Ha Ha! Ak Hoo Hoo Lyrics

    It's the ak ha ha, the ak hoo hoo (akineyle)

    Verse one:

    Yo, y'all know what's about to happen
    When i proceed to give you what you need and the ak start rappin
    I throw rhymes like children throwin balls on project bricks
    In other words i be kickin that old off the wall shit
    I don't rehearse they don't come better than
    I don't need light, cuz i'm a late night person like david letterman
    You know the whole repoitoire not far from a star
    Baby pah, the ak can shine like armorall

    Chorus

    Verse two:

    Akineyle, producing more stunning hits
    So call me ex-lax, cuz i'm about ready to start runnin shit
    Toss and turnin ya, watch ak burnin ya
    You can't hold your own you fuck around and catch a hernia
    (akineyle)
    So don't sleep, nor yet drowsing
    My name itself bring more heartbeats than robert townsend
    I hurdle over rappers like a stallion
    Carry it back with more fame than debbie allen, nigga

    Chorus

    Verse three:

    My lyrics'll reign real bright so dim the lights and it won't get duller
    It doesn't take rosie perez to see my living color
    I rain over heads just like an umbrella
    So strong that baby's boosted and i'm fuller
    History in the making, never one for backspins
    Throw and kneel, but you're still, mc's i be breakin
    Ak sanitation
    I leave skid marks on the concrete streets
    From all the brothers that i be scrapin

    Chorus

    Verse four:

    Permanent scars as i sabotage
    My style's so milky i should get down with haagen-daaz
    More heatwave than a do rag does to a caesar
    Give a thermometer a temperature of jungle fever
    George like wheezy
    Cuz i be burnin brothers just like, the neighborhood skeezer
    Once the hip-hop strangeler
    I throw your whole rap on a coat rack kid and just hang it up

    Chorus

    Verse five:

    So step to the ak-er, the hip-hopper
    And get your ass kicked like a game of soccer
    Skills are fatter than a grease spot
    Cuz i love to rock that nasty home-cooked hip-hop
    I watch girls check it, i make bitches wanna jump butt-naked
    Like the doo doo brown record
    But now i peep on low and they have to stop
    When they hear my name, the motherfuckin ak

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