"Ahhh" lyrics - RUN-D.M.C.

RUN-D.M.C.
"Ahhh"

Ahhh-aha

Yo, yo
Ayo I've seen Run with the chrome spinning
Watching the Knicks in the back of the 6
Pulled up on the side like who's winning?
Nigga said me since '83 get it right
Politely flashed his Rollie then dipped through the light
Next night seen him on stage with some platinum shells
With baguettes on the side that spelt 'raising hell'
I said Run the crowd yells, like you paid 'em well
Then he said to ask Burt Bodell...Who the hell?
Oh well I thought I was done being impressed
Until my man called me up and told me listen to flex
I ain't know what to do, looks like Run was sending everybody
But then again the chit was true
MCs must want him gone, hopping on thrones
Saying they the kings, please, who kept the seat warm?
Ain't nobody better than this twenty year veteran
Even as a reverend, hotter than you ever been
It don't really matter who the hell you are
From the fakest of pole cats to the biggest of stars
Trying to doubt these three, you breaking the law
They're the kings leaving y'all in awe, it's real par like:

Ahhh, Run done did it again
Ahhh, pad done hit the pen
Ahhh, man they dropping jams
Ahhh, kids 'bout stack in the end

Yo, Rev Run, run the block
Swerve the doc, flow is hot, don't need no gun to cock
I'm sick of it all, you brothers try to get me to fall
I'm kicking it raw, even in the thick of it all
Run laps around wack cats I hate DATs
Since way back, made great tracks, I lace raps, you'll face that
Before you catch aluminium bats from numerous cats
With Run-DMC on they hats
You ain't getting no show till your album out
The label don't want to spend money, yo what's that about?
No clout had to settle for a fake amount,
Well, my catalogue's bigger than your bank account
No doubt I'm the greatest all time for sure
Rev Run coming through and leaving niggas in awe

Like...
Ahhh, Run done did it again
Ahhh, pad done hit the pen
Ahhh, man they dropping jams
Ahhh, kids 'bout stackin' the ends

Ahhh, Run done did it again
Ahhh, pad done hit the pen
Ahhh, man they dropping jams
Ahhh, kids 'bout stackin' the ends

Yo Run, remember that night at the light in the back of the 6?
Yeah I was mad the Knicks lost I got a new whip
Yeah I see the Bentley Arnage with the four doors
What is that for more whores?
Naw, son, for more tours
I see you been peepin' me for quite some time (yo my bad)
Ain't a thing, Nigga I noticed your rhymes
Yo, what a nigga gotta do to be more like you?
A nigga like me ain't got a clue...
First things first, I DJ Run, all the rappers, actors they want status
But they can't have this, since Krush Groove you been making them papes
A lot of rap movies been made since, but most of them fake
Thanks for the compliment kid, now jump back in your car
It's the reverend, leaving niggas in awe, it's real par like

Ahhh, Run done did it again
Ahhh, pad done hit the pen
Ahhh, man they dropping jams
Ahhh, kids 'bout stack in the end
Repeat etc