Lyrics Dom Kennedy

Dom Kennedy

Bite Me

My homie "G" told me once you got it in a week

They didn't know I rhyme, but now niggas send me beats

Now I hooked a couple fans, booked a couple jams

See me at the party, nigga shook a couple hands

And damn you such a dick blower, yo whole click owe us

And ya own bitch know it, this my lane get over

And Jason had to change the kicks on the on the drums

Cause niggas bite like Tyson when they finna lose

They like "Dom what you finna do?"

Nigga more photo shoots, more interviews

I'm tryin to boost my status up before my minutes through

Cause niggas out in Philly like, "Dom we feelin Tennis Shoes."

And you said you didn't like it though

Nigga Damn what you bite it fo'?

I'm just tryin to party with them lightskinned hoes

Take a couple shots and we might get blown

Hit a couple spots before the night get gone

Like bitch you better look hot when these lights click on

Please pardon, the way that I be guarding

My flow I don't spit, it's more the way that I be barfing

I'm on fire more the way that I be arson

I already palmed her in the way that I be Carson

On the daily I lay back in my car and

I do nothin, but I work too damn hard Man

And on... and on

And I'm convinced we, fresh like Mintly

Sometimes I ask myself, "Is this for real nigga pinch me"

To keep Dom sane cause dang

All this pink champagne got me tipsy

And I speak all flame nigga meet champagne

Nigga drench me and send me to Disney Land

With some girls in a Jiggy tan

Ass like Diggy Damn, Saran and a dingy can

Don't you know you can't help style?

Man I'm just tryin to be like myself now

So when I show up, put yo self down

Black Chucks, with the Gucci belt

And you said you didn't like it though

Nigga Damn what you bite it fo'?

If I'm ever onstage and the mic is broke

I'm a just make it rain till the my life is broke

And I know that's not political

Kennedy's don't do that but no we is not identical

And no we is not a syllable

So when they say we back, that mean me they not feelin you

On the beat I rock lyrical

Feel it in the air yes indeed I drop spirituals

Belonging to the Lord, rescue me I got miracles

Can't take the car or SUV I got With no SUV I knock Erica, we shine so hard

How can people not stare at us

How girls not marry us (Fuck that)

How could MTV not carry this

Roll the Kush with the Berry shit

And don't come to Leimert Park with that scary shit

Every trend change and you bite the style

That's why people don't like you now!

To all my liars

To all my bitters

You could get inspired

But don't bite us