Текст песни DJ Honda f Grand Puba, Sadat X, Wakeem - Straight Talk From NY
DJ Honda f Grand Puba, Sadat X, Wakeem - Straight Talk From NY слова песни
Hook:Word up hip hoppers as you feel the breezeFrom New York straight talk to the Tokyo scene (x4)Sadat X:Walkin` New York with the big stick loadedMost voted for the daily tabloid from Tokyo to Repungy SquareI be there and as the plan unfrail I freak the ?Sadat X I`m more New York then the yellow cabsI`ll move your pectorial muscle on down to your absMy man Honda not the car but the DJAttacks the pans and move fast with your handsUp in the wild lands and walked across the burning sandsCan I have a little more Saki in my cup?Yo DJ Honda I`m kinda fonda these Japanesse womenThey treat me like a king and scream my name out loudThere`s room for one more three is never a crowdMy Cloak and Dagger is enough to make you swaggerBeen on this here stage since 12 years of ageHa the pleasure prince of poem is invincibleSight unseen I`m long and leanIt`s like that Sadat is presidentHa live and on stage New York residentCheck itHook (x4)Wakeem:Uh oh camras in flick reports all on my shitChickens be analyzin` from London to JapanShowin` me and my man we chinky off the scommaThey know we holdin` for drama so they ain`t sayin` nathin`Meditatin` mad gucci eatin` sushiWith the chinks who sport links and Georgio ArmanniSee me in my China mommy slippin` outta townShe love a nigga long time still holdin` me downAnd tell `em I`m the King Of New York a black Frank White aiightI`m still polititic scrappin` all the paper inBringin` the socki in the Bronx got a brother thinkin`Live Tokeyo watch Sadat will blow the spot upHook (x4)Grand Puba:It`s time to run right through ya like White Castle do yaBe true to the game or I`ll play like I never knew yaBrothers here can`t get a red pennyMess around and catch a bad one like that devil DennyNow a days I`m real leary on the HilfigureHit them people off it`s time to see a niggaA phat Benz seven figures and all thatCause I`m the one who put Tommy Hilfigure on the mapIt`s time to surrender servin` MC`s like a bartenderMonkey wrench your whole agendaBrother got more game then Bob BarkerBut I`m smoother than Peter ParkerIn junior high I kept Vodka in my lockerMama left don`t get home till 6:30Bag a joint persue to groove and get dirtyI`m puttin` MC`s to the curb Puttin` brothers outta buisness like Barny did Big BirdI got to have it bad I`m hungry mess around I`ll swallow yaI`m hungrier then a nigga in SomaliaGrand Puba Sadat X comin` here to wet itNot gonna let it, noMy rhymes vary cause I`m good like CareyPop shit like a cherry make you blue like berry I stay thinkin` me take shorts is dead and stinkin`I spilt Malibu on my knickers down to my last drink andOh let me out so I can run my routePlus make the girls pout cause I am trippin` outBaby, no maybe baby on top like gravyRoll with more motherfuckers than the NavyNo fakin` I puts the Asalam with the LakimWhile brothers turnin` fowl like baconYou still can`t have my stylle cause it`s takenI`ll leave you in your boots shakin`While I`m countin` all the money that I`m makin`No diggedy no doubtWith my man Honda and I`m outHook