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Ultimate Lyrics

How many times have you listened to the lyrics of Ultimate by Large Professor? Have you ever wondered what a lyrics was or an entire line of the music lyrics? Ultimate is one of the more popular songs by Large Professor and the song lyrics in Ultimate are sung all around the world and have had the music lyrics translated into many different languages. Rap lyrics in other countries are very popular and Large Professor Ultimate lyrics from the Large Professor CD featuring the hit Ultimate is no exception.

Ultimate Lyrics

[Large Professor]

Yo, I take your brain on a freestyle excursion

Cuttin things up, ask P I'm his surgeon

Hip hop emergency, yeah, it's kind of urgent

Rapprers getting all washed up in their detergent

But I'm still fresh and my lyrics is strong

I like Mary J girls all night long

I tale the metal back, Colt gave you the gun

Then tell Chuck Berry how I rate your song

To mess with the best reach inside your purses

Put that money on the men with live verses

Top to the bottom, bottom to top I

Make the rest look drunk like a bottle of vodka

In the alley way, bent, leaning over the stoope

Used to roll with my beats now I roll in the coupe

With the quickness, quick mix without the relic

If it's anyting good I'm about to grabb it



[Chorus]

One, two, one, two

One, two y'all, one, two, one, two

One, two y'all, it's the ultimate shit

That you got to go get with the niggaz legit



[Large Professor]

You listen to a hardcore legend of rap

With the doller sign rhyme and a five star track

I travel the scenes all across the world

Even Mexico bustin that Charles Suprero

And ther's no jokes, large coast to coast

Listen to grown folks, while you takin your toast

I be straight like that bent line juming out genuine

Automobile with the back seat climb

Straight captain of the south and the north

And I ride trough the streets so I care for law

Better stay on, niggaz be writing with creon

I type in the laptop, quick to spray on

Like crylon, dvd made out of nylon

With the ribbon, kill them with that Larry Bird weapon

Hot now ever since when I was warm

I was telling y'all I would take the world by storm

Now it's on



[Chorus]

One, two y'all, one, two, one, two

One, two y'all

It's just rhymes

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