Текст песни Heavy D f Biggie Smalls, Busta Rhymes, G - Blue Funk
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Intro/Chorus:Who`s on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! (repeat 3X)I got my crew so other niggas better leave us aloneChorus[Third Eye]The Group Home`s down yo, flippin with West and meCharge a gap quick kid, best believe it GOh, I like to flip the script and have a track recordWreckin it swift, I`m tellin ya to heck with tell to get with thecrazy hairy thinkin drinkin cripple drunken monkeystyle back alley freaky ass to gas techniqueSo peak, it`s about to get deep, we just kickyour Third Eye right open don`t let your eyeball sleepThe next step is the check, let`s tell theses niggas whassupCause we get freaky G, no you can`t get with meSave yourself the trouble step back black, and don`t even botherWord to Shop and Swift they get called in like I`m your fatherChorus[Guru]Aiyyo, it`s time for me to flow and get down with thisI`m pullin out my mic, spittin off some rounds to thisI gotta known rep, so son you better slide outCause when I`m flippin, I`ll be rippin your pride outSo called gangsters play roles like in the moviesOughta save that, they`re way bad, you could never do meI`m real as they come, I`ll beat ya numb with my vocal tonesWords hit like aluminum bats to your domeNo charges against me cause I`m jumpin the law manA-men, punks should cancel their plansAs the invincible principle Gang, is gettin biggerSayin peace to the Heavster rollin with a buncha niggasChorus[Biggie Smalls/Notorious B.I.G.]I bring drama like ya, spit on my mommaCannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey DahmerI`ma, head peeler, girl stealerCoffin sealer, ex-drug dealer, HUHHHHHH!When I hit you with the blow of death I leave nothin leftI cook you up so quick they call me Biggie Smalls the ChefMy burner`s in my left, I`m not the type to fightI`m blowin up quick like a stick of dynamiteSo call nine-one-one, Biggie`s got a gunThe gat to your back, I`m smokin everyoneQuick to pack, quick to squeeze on the triggerWho`s in the house? HUHHHHHH! A buncha niggas!Chorus[Rob-O]Like yo, beg your pardon, whoawhen I put one to the head nuff funk shit startinFine, so I headline for the publicGet mine for my rap subjectsPacked with potential, wisdom versatile elementsto quench your sense, I get down so feel the mentalRhyme pro I`m Rob-O, the super spectacularBrown skinned junior from AfricaBlowin up so it`s, possible to freakSee the highlight, in fly writing, don`t give a [fuck]I split when it`s through then it`s get with the Guinness brewand give a shoutout to my Uptown crew and still I`m wreckinChorus[Heavy D]Yo, here I go, here I go, here comes the man again gainRuff with a pad and pen, so run go tell your friendsIt`s the big belly babalu boogaloo big, boyAnd I got plenty honies there`s no need for no sex toyFree me, slavery, let me go oh no no noNo longer will you treat my beautiful sisters like they`re filthy hoesNever ran from static men to crew get dramaticAnd I get crazy respect from crazy crews with automaticsNow push could come to shove because they love the way I flip a skipAnd that`s what keeps me kinda popular with all the honeydapsSo look at me now, and tell me who is bigger?When I`m on the block I`m with my flock and I`m rollin with a buncha niggasChorus[Busta Rhymes]Well HELLO HI! HELLO HELLO! How ya doin?!HI! Hello hi HEY, how ya doin?! Voltronic!Busta Rhymes comin with the mad ultrasonicEsophagus to rock it, wreckin niggas need to stop itYou get your style busted that`s just what they get for cominYou want some?! Yes I know you want some of the TALENT!But you can juice up, and em-otionally get wickedto stick it, in your inner groove watch a nigga kick it