Текст песни Gang Starr - Comin` for Datazz
Gang Starr - Comin` for Datazz слова песни
"Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.[Guru]I hit the chicks with the nice round heiniesPlay a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymiedTry me, and you`ll descend into your endNever thought it could be you well think again my friendMy pen illuminates, and dooms the fakesYou`re soon to break, you`re strawberry like shortcakeI`m in that ass with my Timbs all dayYou couldn`t tarnish my rep, so you crept awayJust behave and be a good son -- or elseI`m bringin the noise cause most emcees are punsI used to chill in Roxbury now I`m comin outta BrooklynHerb niggaz are assed out, y`all get tookenor taken, and that`s word to all rude bwoy JamaicanI swing bitch, yes I`m crankinJust like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin newPumped to put some lead in your crewA hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point`snot hittin -- should`ve gave up from the beginningBut since you`re bluffin with your tape that`s trashTell your peeps that we comin for datazz"Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped;puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black?I ain`t impressed cause the rest they fessSometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chestbut I lay back, as I prepare for the paybackAnd drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from waybackI stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botchedCouldn`t maintain, it`s like your brain just stoppedBut the Gang is on the prowl kid like LectorPaint a logo with your blood so you niggaz rememberthe Chain and the Star, mysticle and never typicalThe average rap group, ain`t even equipped to gohead up, I`m dead up, you ducks could never lastYou fakin jacks, we comin for datazz"Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see meJealous of a nigga just because he`s on TVYou know the video shows that you be watchinCall up and request so you can see it more oftenMy persona sheds more light than a novaCause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain`t overAnd ain`t no stopping like McFadden and WhiteheadYou might get dead, fuckin around like you doPursue the knowledge that`s availableBefore your chump-style game and your punk friends fail youGonna dissect your brain for a minuteLook at your puny ass world and what`s in itNothin, that`s how long you`ve been frontinI figured by now that you`ve come up with somethinBut you`re still the same snake with my name on your mouthWanna know what I`m doin, wanna know why I shine?Cause I`m the rebirth, so now you gotta see me firstI kick more facts than paperbacks for researchand knees hurt, next you feel em bucklinThe huge pussy look on your face reveals the suckerinside of ya, because I checked the way you`re ridin thejimsome, better sing more than a hymn sonNever sustain the true pain of my wisdomNever be able to touch GangStarrTrue indeed, I believe in takin my words farAcross the seas and deserts, through the trees and grassAnd if you ain`t on point, then we comin for datazz"Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.* DJ Premier cuts n scratches *