Текст песни GangStarr f The Lady of Rage, Kurupt the - Full Clip: A Decade of GangStarr *
GangStarr f The Lady of Rage, Kurupt the - Full Clip: A Decade of GangStarr * слова песни
[DJ Premier]The real....remixMore MCing, and DJingFrom your own mind, ya know?"I-I guess right now we should start the show"[Guru]Please baby, we gettin G`s, you know the steez babyAin`t no if`s, no and`s, no but`s or no maybe`sThe vibe`ll drive you crazy, almost break your neckAgain we take respect, remember Just To Get A Rep?Sportin baggy pants, mackin stackin financeBold figure, older nigga, yo watch me advanceUsed to be a small cat, now I`m all that and morePuttin the pressure on, catchin rep from the dogPure secure, injectin like the fuckin doctorsSmoother than silk, more milk than Louie PasteurAsk yourself, "Do you wanna mess wit this?"The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spitsThen the set gets wet, I bring the crowd into a frenzyLeave you sleepin wit the fishes, see how them niggas envyAuthentic vocal tone, transmittin like a mobile phoneWelcome to my ghetto my man, hope you can hold your ownI make you first name To The, last name CurbI gets grimy, stimey, who you? Revenge of the herbsI ain`t seen you out here, and you ain`t got no clout hereYour style don`t come across, you lost this bout hereAt five-eight and three-quarters, I be the warrior sargentGang Starr, rippin clubs and barsSuper-star studded, buyin rings that`s floodedOn the low, countin dough in this rap life I love itYou know my steez"You know my steez" [Method Man]"Let em know, do your thing dog" [ODB]"Keep it live" *scratching*"To the beat y`all"[Lady of Rage]Check check check check it out y`allYou best to back off, you jackoffRage next to blast offGet wacked off cuz your half-ass is softI bring it to you rough and rugged, chuga lug itMothafuckers act like they hate it but mothafuckers love itI`m the raw dame in this war game, don`t get your jaw tamed?Or broken? I ain`t no joke and I ain`t jokinYou know my steez when I stand and deliv-de-liv-deliver-er-iesI Tag MC`s like Freeze and burn em like the third-degreeNow wouldn`t you agree, that the three of us put togetherMake it mo` better to make mo` cheddarPuffin get higher than four centersAsk Coretta, Scott King on the spotWho`s the Doc like that man uh, Mart KingKeep march-ing, cuz when it comes to me and The GuruLike my man Charlie Brown said, the rest of y`all is doo-dooThe butcher, the baker, time to meet your makerTell you to your face, you ain`t nuttin but a fakerYou`re cheesy fo` sheezy, next to me you`re measlyBelieve me, I kick that shit so sick I`ll make ya queasyNow easy, Premier scratch that shit like fleasThree men and The Lady, and uh, you know my steez"You know my steez""Let em know, do your thing dog""Keep it live" "You know my steez""Let em know, do your thing dog""Keep it live""You know my steez""Let em know, do your thing dog""Keep it live""You know my steez""Let em know---""The mic"[Kurupt]Yo yo yo (who are you?)The monotone, melodic microphonePoetical mac-milly from Philly illy-syndromeClouds`ll form, which starts the wind stormAnd the young Gang Starr posse front in fullKick off like a gauge, then seek the stageIn a seek-and-destroy mission to burn and blazeVanish a few, K-U-R-U-P-T, R-A-G-E and GuruLet`s simplify it nigga, just don`t try itWhat I recite, ignite mics, my voice encourage riotsI don`t talk it, I live it, I don`t give up, I give itI bring it, bust it, don`t sing itGet in your veins, melt mics and spit flamesGet in your brains, explode like propaneYo Premier (what) tell these niggas this our yearFlow through like a breeze, murder MC`s wit easeYou know my steez, steez, steez, steez