P Is Still Free Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

Ah yeah, all ruffneck rudebwoy hold tight 

Just a little somethin' for the Jeep 

Turn my voice up a little bit, let's get this started 

Comin' to you live and direct from the 1986 version, comin' up to 1993 

Of course, Premier on the beat, now check it out 

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah 

I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah 

Ridin' one day in a '92 Beamer 

After seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezer 

But look what she did, she went and had a kid, no dad 

And just released her ass out the rehab 

You think she'd act like she don't know 

She's still a hoe but I'm checkin' my man for the show 

Hi, DJ KRS 

She tried to shake her butt, I rolled my window up 

She got pissed and said, "You ain't all that" 

And went and got some other girl schemin' for crack 

In my car, I couldn't hear what they spoke about 

I hit the accelerator and I was out 

I never check my man but I knew the plan 

Come to the jam MC's in there be thinkin' they Superman 

Sure enough, the place is packed with no breeze 

Crazy girls and wall to wall MC's 

I'm like a cat these MC's are Fancy Feast 

I'm thinkin' of rhymes but I'm interrupted by Denise 

She said, "Kris, I really need a favor, honey 

My girlfriend here really needs some quick money" 

I looked at her girlfriend and her girlfriend was fly 

But I ain't stupid, she had that look in her eye 

I touched her back, she said, "Denise has he got the crack? 

Is he the one? I gotta run back and feed my son" 

I said, "How old is your son?" She said, "Three months" 

I walked away but my man cold bust her fronts 

So she pulled out a gun and shot him in the party 

Except for the MC's, I knew everybody 

She tried to let off a shot, one more time 

But got stomped so bad, she turned to whine 

No one could find Denise for several weeks 

You know the time on this '93 beat 

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah 

I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah 

I knew a group that had a dope lead singer 

Swinger, single guy, that knew his style was fly 

After the show he was tired sweaty and kinda sloppy 

But of course, a million girls are in the lobby 

He saw a group of girls hangin' out and lookin' good 

So he took one to his room because he knew he could 

Inside the room he said, "Make love to me and never stop" 

She said, "Sure, but how's about a crack rock?" 

I knew my man down the hall had it all 

So he called, down the hall but homeboy wasn't there at all 

He turned to the girl and said, "My man ain't there" 

So she let down her hair, unzipped his pants down right there 

Oral sex in effect or rather deep throat 

But just before he came she bit his dick and slit his throat 

As he fell back dizzy, he began to choke 

She took his wallet and said, "You ain't broke" 

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah 

I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah 

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah 

Yes, Premier you know you rule hip-hop 

An' yes, Ced Gee you know you run hip-hop 

An' yes, Kenny bwoy you run hip-hop 

An' but KRS-One'll rock it non-stop 

When I'm in Brooklyn, we rulin' hip-hop 

When I'm in Jersey, we runnin' hip-hop 

Over in Brazil yes, we rulin' hip-hop 

Over in Germany, we rulin' hip-hop 

But in New York, we rulin' y'all tonight badda-bye-bye-bye 

In New York, we rulin' y'all tonight 

We come to rock you whether you black or you white 

'Cause KRS-One, you know I'm never frank, come catch the style 

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah 

I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah 

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