Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Big Daddy Kane w Scoob, Sauce, Shyheim,Название : Show and ProveДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga My man`s right behind you, Kane pull the trigger I don`t play, I`m from the hill where shit is real And I`ll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield So bring your grip or you can think twice Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice I`m hitting hard, oh word, I`m gon rock it Once the shit drops, that`s dough to the pocket I cut hand, you still can`t get no cards You couldn`t deal with Scoob if we was playin cards But if I got beef and it`s time for code red My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed So hurry up and skedaddle Even if you join a army, you still couldn`t battle So where you from? England, you somebody great? You burnin Scoob, "I don`t think so mate" I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain`t dope" Leave me alone when I`m rocking on the microphone and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome Yo Sauce, if you`re down with the groo-hoove Get on the mic and won`t ya show and prove Verse Two: Sauce Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn`t do it I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic N-B-A style, fann-tastic No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right Who could ever say that I don`t get plenty play Win Lose or Draw, I`m bookin whores, anyway As I get ready I`m steady if I go crazy I`d take Eddie if I was Fred, I think I`d have to bone Betty Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I`m duckin, nay Nada no never meaning ain`t no motherfuckin way Rappers get gassed come on and get fast Try to get past when I blast, and you can HAND over your ass One line and that`s fear Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear So Shyheim, if your down with the groove Get on the mic it`s time to show and prove Verse Three: Shyheim Yo, yo I spark the mic like weed that`s in a cipher And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger So check me out, as I flip this here track kid And make mad noise like a Metallica record I`m psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin when I`m thrusted, and all competition gets dusted Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia If your shit stinks I`ma flush ya, then bust ya Like a crazy man from Cali son My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what? You know my style, I put the F in effin foul The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba More Super than Cat, I`m the punani Don Dada So Big Daddy, if you`re down with the groove my man Get on the mic and won`t ya show and prove Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn? With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? Huh Not even Michael Jordan`ll gamble that much, yo I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it I come for your title kid, run it! Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit Ahh yeah, that`s that shit Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya Look inside my rap book at every text my man and see that I got, more essays than the Mexican The Messiah that`s feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state Scared straight, for their prepared fate Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant So well in it with every single element And competition gets none! Huh If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn`t give me no run I see the way you`re trying to get to me, but with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G You`re hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn`t last a minute with The non-resistable, non-competible No-No-I`m-Not-Sayin-I`m-The-Best, I`m just sayin I`m fuckin incredible! And let`s just make one more thing understood That if I FART on a record, TRUST me nigga it`ll sound good So Jay-Z, if you`re down with the groove, my mellow Get on the mic it`s time to show and prove Verse Five: Jay-Z Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z Hey G! I`m breaking MC`s up like EPMD And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me I`m buckwild with styles, ta-dow I`ve been in it runnin a hundred miles I`m well endowed, baby gal Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can`t fuck with The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid And ain`t no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga I`m like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga When I rock it it`s in the pocket, baby mop it don`t knock it till you try it, once you start, you can`t stop it I`m the cocky breed, I`m dope like poppy seed I live one rent from besides that be between get off my dick and stop jockin me When I bust a rhyme you`re diggin the sound I know you lovin the way it`s, goin down baby So Ason huh, if you`re down with the groove, why don`t ya Get on the mic and show and prove Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Come on Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm Rain on your college ass, disco dorm Slippery when wet and don`t you ever forget You couldn`t get a FLICK, of the hype outfit Because the way that I dress this style mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream "OW!" Whether at a party or just in bed All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky Sometimes I`ll be like "Well god damn what`s the recipe?" I don`t know, I ask my momma she don`t know she says "GO ASK YOUR GOD DAMNED FATHER!" It`s all about me in the place to be Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G Mad game and it`s a motherfucking shame How many enemies wanna claim the name Of Ason, who carries on like a manager YO!, SOUNDS FLY RIGHT? DANGER!!! | Похожие исполнители: |
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