Текст песни Doug E. Fresh f Illaquoin, K-Superior, M - Play
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Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash ** please submit corrections for Vigilante`s patois chatta[Doug E. Fresh]Breath of fresh air, for the nine-pound, c`mon(YEAHHH!)[Vigilante]Lawd have mercy, just gotta sayWhen me gun a-whistle it`ll fly like a birdMe nah talk a fi mi guns are de wordsHey, call me a (?) a gun my name John CoolfuseI hit it like y`all tie ya shoes[Illaquoin]Check it, search, and destroy the first phony boy to annoyThe new man convoyYou can`t represent with the tec the way I representwith the technique I keep a presidential suitein every convent, you can`t speak or commentWhen I bone the freak-ass nuns, your real mind went(?) Illaquoin, shinin like a diamondRhymin.. like I`m runnin out of time andthe next nigga to move, the next nigga to loseI leave `em seein backwards like that nigga Tom CruiseDyslexic, cross your eyes, you get the X itain`t hard to tell I eat that ass and that`s perceptiveI don`t need no token to turn-stylesI`m rockwild, lady find your seat and get the fuck out the aisle![K-Superior]Raise `em up from the dead, raise `em up and I`llkill `em again if you`re not my friend you feel my hot mac-10Not my nine or my eight, five six sevenBut my mac-11, will have you "All the Way to Heaven"Keepin it real with the man, who made "La Di Da Di"Like Chaka Khan, nigga it`s on, huhCause ain`t nobody.. gonna crush you bet-terGet naked for the record!The name K-Superior easin in without the ointmentYour style couldn`t see me if it had a damn appointmentRags to riches, snitches get stitchesCall Mr. Planters cause I`m nuts about beaitchesI`m a rapper baby, so don`t trap with me a cabbageNow I`m outta here, like a husband in a bad marriage[Mansone Batez]Aiyyo (?), Branson, last name MansoneBullshit nigs on your style I be dancinEver told the glory, days of fat hitNigs drop one single but really ain`t shitBronx, (?) Boogie Down stay pumpedHeads`ll get together some real shit from the BronxNinety-four years before you see (?) BrownMaintain, take the 6 train (?) lockdownNext on your strap, Todd Black be the styleA straight dummy, comin out the barrel of a poundMen-tal meltdown to any contenderNot to be hard, but watch your brain I`ma injure[Vigilante]Murrr-dahhh!When me gun a-whistle it`ll fly like a birdMe nah talk a fi mi guns are de wordsHey, call me a (?) a gun my name John CoolfuseI hit it like y`all tie ya ..The dirt out da work (?) get it squashed like a cherryBlood brain to run just like a strawberryTear up in a baka me ready fi kill SatanWho got tec-9 give me de mac-11De bigger ya come, is for y`all die ya stumbleGone and nome y`all me not a no fun crumblePop a shot and take ya from ya head to ya ankleIt`s like reading Genesis, straight out a chronicleTurn me gun a-whistle it`ll fly like a birdMe nah talk a fi mi guns are de wordsHey, call me a (?) a gun my name John CoolfuseI hit it like y`all tie ya shoes[Doug E. Fresh]Yeah, move it up, pump it up[The Diggy Dime]Yeah, check it out, aiyyoBust how, the way that I be flowin is a omencause I leave shit glowin, as if I was the goldenAnd I`m smokin, boots like a loose NewportI rip, mics and stages twelve gauges for the sportAnd I`m powered, by herb from Uptown, I emergePack more action than the mentally disturbed[Doug E. Fresh]Yo! Yo! Aiyyo!Here ye here ye, class is in sessionFor those in this profession, it`s time to choose your weaponsPick up a mic, pick up a pen, pick up a tapeYou can`t escape the last action hero in Timbs but no cape, uhh!Faster than a speeding bullet, nigga pull itAnd one single bound for the nine-nine-poundJust like a train it`s comin strictly undergroundPeace to my brother Tupac and all my niggaz locked down..