Текст песни KRS-One f Angie Martinez, Redman - Heartbeat
KRS-One f Angie Martinez, Redman - Heartbeat слова песни
[Redman]Alright everybody move back from the ropesIf you don`t move back we`re gonna turn this music offand that`s my word, move back!Word is bond let`s get this shit goinWord up, it`s the Funk Doc in the housesay hell yeah! HELL YEAH!Say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!Word up, it`s the Funk Doc Spock you don`t stopIt`s my man KRS you don`t stopIt`s the girl Angie you don`t stopWith the hah haha ha haha hah!![Angie Martinez]It`s the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletinother radio jocks that think they competinthey pre-sweetened, like candy, I`m hot like pepperBig up to Sandy but my name is AngieMartinez, what a true microphone fiend isSteppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDASthrough your speakers, representinboriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekersYou may think I`m crazy right, but I`m crazy hypeSlay this nice y`all, everytime Angie grab the micI jams it right tonight, not the hardestBut peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess[Redman]Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music!Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up!Yo get from the off the ropesNow aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector![KRS-One]It`s been a long time but we made it, you waitedYou gettin frustrated cause these MC`s in traininSkills on the mic for a royalty save itPullin down rap so that others can`t make itThey can`t fake it in front of KRS they nakedThat same old MC trend I`m here to break itThe highly conceptional multidirectionalHot in ninety-seven so I guess I`m flexibleRap relieve stress so yes I guess it`s medicalAll your wrecking and raping is still theoreticalRedman, you know you must understand (Whatup?)Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?)Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha)Representin right now at Hit Factory[Redman]One two hah, and you don`t quitIt`s Kris and Angie with the ultimateOne two hah, and you don`t quackIt`s Funk Doc smoke weed and don`t smoke crackHahaha, hah, and you don`t quitHoohahhahah, and you don`t quitI rock jams like, Samsonites with micsStage two boomin system and flood the lightsThe lyrical, fo`-fo`s lettin off like suppose Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo!Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chillCaps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru HillRaise em up, cause I feel my spot can`t be touchedNo time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutchShotgun what?? It`s the high exaltedRuler of the buddha, the cash make my pocketsstick out like a tumor, for the consumersI get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bombto make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-ticMy click run deeper than Charlie TunaKahunas, raw for the able key moversall over the hood like them Crooked I coolersBang maneuvers, from Jerz to VancouverBack to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped upI Blastmast like Kris, funk abysslike a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wristSike! I can afford it, less I slaughteredthree platinum niggaz and none of em prerecordedKRS-One need to be runnin for officeSo Butter Pecan Rican -- tell them to get off his