Текст песни Black Moon - Who Got Da Props?
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Put up, what up, BO BO BO!Suckers want to flow but they got no showSo I`m a grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunnedBuckshot`s the one that gets the job doneMic check, I get paid to wreck your setGet ready and jet, cause I`m a threat to your fretNo holds barred, and complete move fakersBest to play the back and watch your girl, I might take herIf she`s a crab I`m a diss her and slideIf she try to riff I got my Smith on my sideWord to God, here I come so make wayRugged and rough, killing your set every dayMicrophone check 1, 2, here we goAnd I`m a let you know, who got the flowSpitting my verbs like an automatic weaponSuckers keep stepping, so I`m a let you know Who got the props? *bo!* Who got the props? *bo!* 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)One Mississippi, two mississippiSucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie from the 60`sBut I`m a get paid from the 90`sQuick to play you Little Rascals out like StymieKicking flavor, with my life saver techniquesGuaranteed to move feets and I go on for weeksMaybe years if my peers give me ears to fillLick off a shot and act ill, parlay and chillSee I paid my dues, now you can`t tell me nothingThis is dedicated to the ones who kept frontingThe ones who tried to diss and play high? Oh noJust cause you had low, see now I got doughAnd I`m paid out my rectum, meaing my backboneGrab the mic, flip a mad script to your domeSuckers, I kick `em like tae kwon doYes and low, from head to toe to let you know Who got the props? *bo!* Who got the props? *bo!* 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)I`m the rugged operator like Arnold SchwarzeneggerBuckshot quick to play your nigga like SegaSmooth trigger-happy snappy, keep my hair nappyWhen I swing an ep girls call me "big pappy"I used to play a game called "Ring Around the Rosey"But now I play the mic, that`s why the whole world knows meI`m sort of like a Chevy heavy when I bumrushYou`d better bring your whole damn crew or get your head crushed, suckerCause I`m a set it off with one shotOne trigger, one nigga ??? heads dropDon`t even try to play me out cause staticBuckshot Shorty, he sounds like an automaticRip the set, my friend`s mad tightCause I rocks the mic and keeps the crowd hypeStraight from Bumrush, I crush and cause chaos yo, and I`m a let you know Who got the props? *bo!* Who got the props? *bo!* 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)One, two, melody showsAnd before I flip a script you know I must keep you dozingInto the stage of the Buckshot ShortySon pass the boom, keep the top on the 40Never ever ever get played, KILL THATBust a mad cap in your back cause I`m all thatStraight from Crooklyn, better known as BrooklynElude the hook and, your whole beat`s tookin`Must take charge, bomb guard, I`m the manBust my plan, it feeds back on my famOnce I cruise, pay dues, I never loseWhen I break on fools, wake up, you don`t snoozeBust a move, I get smooth like RoadieKick it like the Four Horsemen, yeah you know meBooming like a speaker with my 100 dollar sneakersBaggy black jeans, knapsack, and my beeperkeep a fresh cut, never see me with a busted froAnd I`m a let you know... Who got the props? *bo!* Who got the props? *bo!* 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat)