Текст песни LL Cool J feat. Erick Sermon and amp; Sc - Do-Re-Mi
LL Cool J feat. Erick Sermon and amp; Sc - Do-Re-Mi слова песни
[LL Cool J]Uhh, uhh.. yeahSee I know how to get down, word upIt`s so hot it`s, LL`s version of the East coast chronicSmoke `til your lungs collapseYou supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at?So ironic, L came backFlooded the market - got your mens on the wallholdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark itShow me a nigga who can do like I doThen gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga tooBraggin you goin platinum like that shit brand newI was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh?Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is mineralsTried to throw salt on my name, shit`s politicalThe baddest man on the planetSo ill when I`m spittin niggaz take it for grantedCram to understand it, I`ll switch and write it lefthandedHeat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch brandedGot a voice like a cannon - nigga shootI don`t think she really hot, your career is a flukeI`m the best MC to ever touch the penTake a look at what I`m doin it will not be done againAs sure I am the descendant of former slavesI`ma resurrect brothers from they mental gravesMake `em confess - LL`s the most ruggedGod, and no man`s above it, gotta love it[Chorus: LL, Erick]DO - get this bread, use ya infraredRE - fuck the industry, it`s all aboutMI - you ain`t goin - FAL said it - SO, puffin on the - LADO - get this bread, use ya infraredRE - fuck the industry, it`s all aboutMI - you ain`t goin - FAE said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)[Erick Sermon]Uhh, E Dub on the microphoneDroppin bombs - spots get blownSo why would you assume my style wouldn`t bloomWhen I rap, wack MC`s vacate the roomCause they suck, and that`s how I feelI`ma smack down the A&R who signed the dealThen wrap `round his neck yo` reel to reelSo next time he know, how the real feelGet loose and wrap hand `round the steelLeave you in the truck, wrapped `round ya wheel(I ain`t playin) But y`all front like I ain`t itAnd every rapper y`all like, sample my shit(Name one) I`m nice, and there`s no mistakinI threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy AikmanMy track record is out there, goneE.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?)I`m known for the dome bangersDrop any song of mine right now in the club and it`s DANGERScarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga)J, never heard it spit this way, hey[Chorus: LL, Scarface]DO - get this bread, use ya infraredRE - fuck the industry, it`s all aboutMI - you ain`t goin - FAL said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that`s right)DO - get this bread, use ya infraredRE - fuck the industry, it`s all aboutMI - you ain`t goin - FACause `Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)[Scarface]You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymerYou switched from the raw to a chart climberAnd now your shit is blowin out the storesand uh, next month you fin` to go out on the tour butCount - (two, three, and, four)Your records ain`t sellin no moreAnd damn - you done spent your money galoreBuyin all the stupid shit that your money can`t afford (uh-oh)Tryin to keep up with the trendyGot your bitch minked out in all FendiBought your homeboy a brand new BentleyAnd the well that wouldn`t run dry is now emptyIt`s simply, cause you wasn`t focused on the next dayand your next tape you can`t give it away, but heyI send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the JonesesEverything you see me I owns itI`ve been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen yearsSo let`s get, that, clearYou might have sold a few more tapes, butrealistically, are you that great? (nah)Can`t get respect but I done paid duesStood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I`m the same dudeI`ve been the same nigga since I came throughDo-re-mi too, damn fool!