Текст песни Epmd - You Gots to Chill `97, слова песни Epmd

Текст песни Epmd - You Gots to Chill `97

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Verse One: Erick SermonAs I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.`sI wouldn`t take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rapAnd if you disrespect me, it`s the big paybackThe E double E is my name, I spell, things to decline I tellMy squad rocks well, I`m in your hood, comin through like mudChromed out, beamed out, in a all black truckYou a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest whipsGot the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dippedNo matter what the steez, I`m equippedVerse Two: PMDWell my name is M-D, I`m known as the motivator, funky beat makerNew jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme`s a toyNever sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I`m a b-boyWhen we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed banditScratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world knowNow, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relaxOf course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the backAlways calm under pressure, no need to act illListen when I tell you boy, you gots to chillVerse Three: Erick SermonI be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dudeWant to play me and my crew, that`s rude, I`m dopeWhen I get down to the beat, I`m raw, I keep it hardcore for the streetsMy track`s a miracle drug for thugs in this club [P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?I`m the big bear, some of y`all are baby cubs, talkin large money when I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soulPack heat in my pants when it`s time to rollVerse Four: PMDWell it`s P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit EWhen we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shineJewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand showsFaced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape inCause when we come around, we always come wit the flavorUnderground hardcore funk, than what we gave youOr give you, ayyio what`s next on the menu, business to take 2`sStadium and venues, wit E, and I`m the microphone doctorAnd the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it`s no doubt, the world shockerHit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell You boy, you gots to chillVerse Five: Erick SermonYo, I`m in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrowAmazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. justWhat`s happening, I get biz and that`s an natural fact, I`m like ZoroI mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas Say somethin to them, and run right through themVerse Six: PMDI`m makin crazy G`s, politicin on my mobile phone, D doubleAbout the microphone, cause we`re the funky rhyme makerPuffing ?gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hatI grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackinFingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it`s time to roll, uzi patrolStill packin, EPMD, the mic`s are only friend, took a break for a whileAnd now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better comepreparedEPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill

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