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Текст песни Masta Ace, Inc. f Lord Digga, Eyceurokk - Saturday Nite Live

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"Live from New York it`s Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)[Uneek]Ayo kid for years I`ve been into rapWriting funky rhymes to get my name on the mapAnd by now I know I`m hittingCause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn`t"I`m so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my auntI serve MC`s like a restaurantIt ain`t where you`re from it`s where you`re atSo in that case your butt better step like a fratCause juice I got a lot of vaoprsWhile you gotta quit, I`m always rolling with Umdada, shitWhen I deliver I make you shiverIf a guy try to front, I have to show him I`m the problem giverGirlfriend you`re gonna be in bad shapeIf you expect Uneek to take you shopping like a demo tapeI`ll tell your brother Jack to be NimbleCause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbalYou need to stop all the yelling and the cursingI know it foul, he couldn`t house a homeless personWe don`t cuddle in the Eyceurokk huddleWhile verse is subtle, and then we wet you like a puddleOne lyric from the gut, so what?You want to strut like you`re bad and then you might get hadYeah it`s cool, it`s gonna be all rightCause live from New York it`s Saturday Nite "Live from New York it`s Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)[Masta Ace]It`s the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostestLike Hostess, I bake MC`s and oh and you knows thisSo 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tollingI`m rolling with Umdada and I`m um holding my swollenAnd doing the project dance from back in the daysIt`s the Master, the Ace and yo, I`m black and it paysSo bust the move on the mad offbeat tip andIt`s the dopest, but can you cope this, by far the hippestHat on sideways or backward, I knew a funky track wouldOpen up the ears of the black hoodI`m not Ralph Malph, Richie, or the FonzI`m no joke, I school that ass like St. John`sSome come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock andOpen up the door cause I`m knockingReady or not, here I come in a hurry andIt`s Masta Ace, Steady Pace, Paula Perry andEyceurokk with the 4 Building storm andWelcome to the Bates Motel, my name is NormanI got the mad knife, I`m mad meanI killed mad crews, I read Mad magazineSo break it down for the heads with the dreadsFor the baldies and the fades, for the blues and the redsHere comes the crazy drunken style, take a swiggaAs I take my finger of the trigga for the Lord Digga[Lord Digga]Lord Digga, the microphone mutilatorWith the hardcore data to mash motherfuckers like potatoesI get a load of a punk who tried to diss meYou wanna know why? Cause I spit on spectatorsMy style is rough, ruck, and rugged on the ill tipBlowing the fuck up, sending pussies looking for microchipsMad mad styles get flipped when the chordless gets grippedNot a gang member but I got Tales from the CripI`m mad mad funky like SilkTake a sniff of my ass crack, motherfuckers stay wackAs my pockets get fat like and elephantI`m far from benevolent, I`m up your ass for the hell of itI`m catching wreck on your record or cassette tapeNow I can`t wait to catch motherfuckers that slept lateI flip the hardcore shit so little punks you knowThat`s how it goes on Saturday Nite "Live from New York it`s Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)[Eyce]Eyceurokk consists of three:First is Rokk Deisel, my brother Uneek, and then there`s me, niggaI wear the orange and the black cap, black and orange jersey on my backBaddest nigga in the packAnd I work to get my loot, shootHuh, I`m turning heads like a handicapped prostituteSon you gotta belive meThat I`m a be "Rockin you, rockin you" but I`m not Davert LeavyI`m hitting rappers til they staggerAnd if he`s a bragger, I`m gonna watch him fall like NiagraOoops, oh, time for him to goTake him to the morgue, put a tag on his toeNot the type you can play a game withFuck around, look at all the niggas that I came withStop dissing, there will be no tomorrowYou`ll feel sorrow, I`m knocking niggas down like Mark BavarroCause rap is not a toy, if you`re in it for the bonesYou`ll be Home Alone just like that little white boyMaster Eyce is on the wayAnd live from New York I`m catching wreck on a Saturday "Live from New York it`s Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)

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