Текст песни Brand Nubian - Straight Outta Now Rule
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Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar, Grand PubaStraight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin coolWe drop a jewel and never stoppin what we do Always do what we must, everything that we touch is going platinum plus, comin thru in a clutch*repeat*Verse One: Lord Jamar, Grand PubaA lot of y`all niggas is 85th, on some shady shitBark is much worse than your bite like a baby pitIn the pitch dark of the night you`s afraid to get exposedlike the sunlight which rose in the morningFroze in a gunfight, forcing those who run with you to reevaluateaffiliationsWe salivate from hunger, placed in fucked up situationsand wonder when retaliation will occurBuild destroy H-he or herIt`s time to fill the void, niggas kill the noiseTo the young boys, you fuckin with a grown-ass manWatch your tone or get acquainted with the back of my handNubian Brand steadily influencin fansFor other rappers we gon` ruin your plansWhat we doin stands as a mottoLike Grace Jones` nipple to the bottleWe pioneer and never followWe`re out for the lion`s share now watch me take it thereYeah, my verbal clarity speaks for my popularitySell 5 million CDs and give the proceeds to my favorite charitySon, I ain`t gonna super splash you with no Fantasy Island shitI mean I work hard for what I got and I be thankful for what I getAnd if you practice, spit your verbs properly, not sloppilyLike monopoly, you can end up with cheese, whips and propertyOh damn, silly of me, I forgot to let y`all knowit`s one thing you should never do in this game and that`s sell your soulI make a lot of sense then I go and make the dollarsWork hard like blue collars, ghetto scholars is hard to followNiggas say it`s real rough today and I say what you sayThey promised me 40 acres and a mule and all I got was a project and asubwayI stay positive, niggas mistake that for not hardNigga I`m GOD, walk thru North America like Master FarradMe and my squad, separating the peas from the podNo bodyguard, fuck around and roll a tank thru your yardChorusVerse Two: Sadat XYeahMan, these dick-in-the-butt rappers could get shot in the faceDragged thru the streets and probably left some placeI seem shootouts in the parkBall games turned tragic, bitch niggas gettin smacked and smacked againin front of they girl, and she`s throwing away that assAnd I ain`t really asked for it cos a lot of niggas tore itAnd yes, my man Hav had bought me something from VAI was gonna hit him with doe but he ain`t reall want no shortsCos we had worked together and he knew I was true blueMan, I swore I would never go to VA againuntil I found out who killed my best friendI can tell by the wind somebody`s gettin ready to bendThey lifestyle`s bout to endI`m in these African cabs on stores run by the Arabswith pictures of yen, seem like they scheminHerculoid cats get flattened and reduced to pitchinThat girl gave you crabs but I can`t explain those scabs[Grand Puba] Ha ha, where we at? Flash one-timeChorus (x2)Ha, `98, too soonBrand Nubian, what?