Текст песни Frankie Cutlass f Craig G, Roxanne Shant - Politics & Bullshit
Frankie Cutlass f Craig G, Roxanne Shant - Politics & Bullshit слова песни
I don`t care who`s first or who`s last But I know that y`all better just drop this at the dro-dro-drop of a dime ba-----baby[Cutlass]Crai-Crai-Craig G light up the micCraig-Craig-Craig-CraigCraig G light up the micCraig G light up the mic for The SymphonyVerse One: Craig GAhh, Politics & Bullshit got me hecticLet me show y`all new rappers how to do a posse recordCraig G-I, with the Frankie CU-T-L-A-Double-S, MC`s get troublebest I flow with the the swiftness, neverHowever new MC`s pulled the lever, my style`s much betterAnyone can be a victimEmpty tracks I lick sick emI flip em rip em and strip em of all of they prideAs I slide, in out of these states I stay greatWhat the G stand for, I`m slammin you and yourWhole staff, style, split an atom in halfEast Coast West Coast, don`t make me laugh!The whole America feels my wrath, ahh!It`s like a terrier was on that ass, ahh, yeah!Cause nine-six ain`t about jack shitFuck Versacci I`m like Rocky when I`m bustin yo` lipBust these metaphors for better or worse, my style burstyour grill into itty-bitty pieces as I release, my thesisUhh, Craig G, I believe that`s meNinetenn-eighty-five til infinity, ahhh[Cutlass]Shante!Sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-shaShante!Shante! The baddest aroundVerse Two: Roxanne ShanteAiyyo, you`re lost in the sauce, bitches still remainUseless, but when I reign bitches can`t sustainthe drama, word to momma bitch I leave you leakinRoxanne Shante stay creepinYou sleepin but I stay armed, and dangerousNo matter what your name is, bitch I make you famousA lot of bitches swear shit`s sweetBut when I creep I`ma lace you from your head to your fuckin feetFrankie Cutlass put me on so I`m back againAin`t nothin changed it`s still the same, ain`t no smilin friendI remember eighty-seven eighty-eightI was the only one gettin weight from upstateGettin cake, Juice Crew All-Stars was my boysRunnin round town baby makin mad noiseBacktrack turn back the pageLive on stage, wreckin niggaz at a early ageI was only fifteen thinkin big timeAt the time blind all my eyes saw was goldmineSo all you fake Cristal sippin bitchesHere`s a thirty-eight bitch, click it!I didn`t think so...[Cutlass]I be the BizMarkieBiz-biz-bizI be the BizMarkieBizMarkie, aoooowwwwwww!Verse Three: BizMarkieHey hey hey, I`m the eMmmaZah-AIgga-R-Rrahidy-iZza-Rrahzah-KI don`t have a big mouth just a lot to saySo listen to my rhythm and rap display, OKI rock the mic to the T-O-PAnd every record that I make I make historyLike a-oh-oh-oh, WHASSUP ([Nobody Beats the Biz]) and, ah-one twoIs some of the things that I used to do, butRight about now I got a different flowI rock from New York City to MexicoFrom England Australia back to JapanThey know I`m Mista Magic Cool with the mic in my handSo, you know I got more rhymes than Mohammed AliThat`s why my name rings bells internationallyNever neglected well protected as an MC yetI`m, super duper with the rhymes I inventBig Daddy Kane, you know you`re part of the staffGet on the mic, get on the mic god damnitGet on the mic on my behallllllllllllllllllllf, waaoooowowwww!![Cutlass]The-the-the name Kane is superious to many peopleVerse Four: Big Daddy Kane