Текст песни Chubb Rock - East vs. West (Remix)
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[Chubb Rock]High sprung with the beat and the groove is sweet licoriceWhether you`re white-ish, redneck-ish or (?) figureishWhether you speak real good, or you just st-st-stammerYou a city hood or you`re just country bammerWhen, afraid our records would hit the top tenBut they`re illin with the shillings makin sum dead yen scornBorn, break up Zulu dawnWhether Big Apple, N.Y. straight to Californ`or Miami Beach, swing bassed up the hoochieIf you sample George Clint`, you praise crazed Bootsyor the J.R., Texas kids with the hee-hawAnd the DJ kids cut {*scratch*}It`s strictly hip-hop, one two you don`t stopIt`s Chubb Rock with the Chubb, and with the Rawwwwwwwwk!Testin the waters a bitcause I don`t understand all this East/West bullshit[Chorus]East vs. West, one contestLet`s see what rap kid rocks shit the bestEast vs. West, one contestLet`s see what producer produce shit the bestEast vs. West, one contestLet`s see what rap kid rocks shit the bestEast vs. West, that`s nonsenseLet`s go on the ninety-six Fresh Fest[Chubb Rock]Whether it`s he say or she say, they say or I sayIf you believe in Ali, or you call him Cassius ClayIf you`re gold or platinum if those, metals don`t happenWe`re, all up in this peace rappin, no hands clappinuntil me done when the simple tone turns into a humPraise to D.M.C., I might need help from Reverand RunIf you boast to each coast, and you test who`s the bestThank God Jehovah, Allah and Buddha blessPeople, no sequel cause I might be dead next weekAnd after next week I can`t turn the other cheekThis against that, high against the - hatBlack against black that is wack against wackI`ve seen the promised land so the earth don`t faze meSo, I should diss my brother and let the white man pay me - nahI`ll try to test the waters a bitcause I don`t understand all this East/West bullshit[Chorus][Chubb Rock]Whether it`s.. or..Whether it`s.. or..Whether you think Magic Johnson still has the MagicOr when Michael Jordan left basketball it was tragicIf Pat rules the Knicks or feel Rodman is a freakIf we don`t stick together we`ll be up shit`s creek peopleAfter the single there might be a sequel levelAnd what we can`t solve we`ll leave for the DevilMe myself I don`t care who`s to blameIf the shit don`t cease, we`ll all have the same nameYou can say fuck it, or have two quarters in the bucketIf you`re folding sheets, or you`re folding pure nuggets(?) If you get a record deal or a publishing dealWhether you`re aneroxic or you have sex appeal(?) Whether you`re food stampin, jackin a mansionWhether you live in Compton or you chill in East Hampton(?) Whether it`s weed or blow, your wife or your hoeI don`t care if you mailroom`n or you CEOYou`re still a nigga..