Текст песни Low Profile - Make Room For the Dub.B.U.
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(Alright, is everybody ready?)(Ah yeah!)(Young man went out and made a name for himself)(1-2-3-4 - hit it)[ VERSE 1: WC ]Dope, not complicated but educatedThis here`s contiminatedThis ain`t another record from a sucker duck crew, butMy name is Dub and Aladdin`s on the cutWith another dope jam and a brand new styleBy the way, I`m from the crew called the mighty Low ProfileBut definitely pertainin to wack rhyme recitersYou`re just a new jack punk, professional, mind of biterI`m on a journey knockin out punk sissiesNah - hell, I`m about to get busyTake this microphone, plug it up and then I say, "Check 1"Who be the next dummy tryin to get some?Son, this ain`t a circus, my name ain`t BozoI diss suckers and I hate Olde GoldI`m like a victim, rollin on Daytons, watchin my backAnd keep strapped, so I can aim at a packYo, this one`s a funny one, I take a look aroundAll these wanna-be Dubs in the L.A. townWho try to roll like me, talk like me, even try to act like meIt doesn`t do you no good to tryin to bite meFriend, you mighta seen me at a show or twoOpenin up, a new artist just payin my duesBut now I finally got a chance to break throughYo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)[ VERSE 2: WC ]I noticed lately at the hip-hop showsA lotta rappers on stage got the crowd sayin "ho"And the girlies say "aw" in between in rhymesSong after song, yo, line after line"Say ho" played out with bell-bottoms and afrosWhat`s the matter, you`re scared to come original?Nowadays the whole rap scene is outrageousAmateurs, wanna-be`s steppin on stagesSuckers know I`m comin and I`m steadily creepinHere come my manager, "Dub, they keep sleepin"That`s the violation of the capital L-zero-w P-r-oOh no, here we goWith another one of those crazy stylesStraight from the W of Low ProfileI got a catalogue of rhymes and lines for you and your crewYo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)[ VERSE 3: WC ]It`s understandable you don`t know who I amYou never heard of me, you really couldn`t give a damnIf I came with the funkiest lyrics in the worldYo, to gain respect, do I gotta wear a jherri curl?Change my name to MC Soul-Glo?No, I don`t think so, I`m down with Low ProFeaturing DJ AladdinOr better yet the turntable assassinWith another dope tune, a funky groove to make you moveSee, it`s better when it`s smoothA new jack, no, don`t compare me to himI ain`t new to this, rappin is a lifetimeStill I require ?????????That brother WC, y`all, he ain`t no jokeLike a criminal braced and shackled down like a slaveWatch the rudy-poo new jack punks get payedSuckers flappin at the mouth, but they ain`t droppin knowledgeSounds you`re outta Cal State Watts CollegeThe bass of my vocal tone drops like a cannonballWho got beef, we can go some, y`allWe can battle till sundown, now do you wanna nut up, punk?It don`t matter, I`ma chew you one upLike a barbeque rib I send your weak crew homeAnd when I`m finished chewin on em I`ma throw you the boneYou want peace, the best thing to doIs just move back, punk, and make room for the (W)