Текст песни Phife Dawg - Beats, Rhymes & Phife
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Malik, what are you gonna do with your life?Are you gonna stand on the corner?Are you gonna sit around with your friends?You wanna wear new sneakers, you wanna have nice clothesHow `bout gettin a job?How `bout finishin school?How `bout gettin your life together?Don`t you wanna prosper, don`t you wanna be somebody?[ *last sentence is in a foreign language - suggestions appreciated* ][ VERSE 1: Phife ]11-20-70, who would have knownThat premature born will be grabbin microphones? (Mutty Rankin)Called Malik Isaac Taylor to Walt and CherylGrew up bein a sports fanatic, wantin to box for gold medalsInfluenced by the likes of Ali and Sugar RayMagic Johnson, Tony Dorsett and Doctor JayThen came the Cold Crush, L.L. Cool JPops said he had to move to Cali, but nah, I had to stayNew York was all I ever knew, plus hip-hop started tweakinBlock parties every weekend, come home late, catch a beatinGettin grounded for months, to the jams young Phife was speedinOnly 4`8", still the ladies had me cheatinI reminisce about them hot New York, nights grabbin micsAnd hell, God forbid if your flow wasn`t tightQueens, L.I., nothin but flavor over hereI could tell you but so much, cause you had to be thereGrowin up I spent much time with my nana, Mom was at workKnew every version of Bible, I damn near lived in a churchNana was 7th Day Adventist, those days I can`t forgetAll day, Saturday, I have to wait until the sun setFriends would knock on my door: "Can Malik come out to play?""No hon, no way, not today, he has to pray"Those famous words that my granny would sayTherefore I run my ass upstairs and sneak on the TVAw shit, _Soul Train_, better act like you knowI used to turn the volume down, so nobody would knowNow while I stared at Jodey Watley, I would practice my flowLook at all them asses, yo, no doubt, on the lowSteady enjoyin the show, everything good to goLow and behold, granny was right at the do`Now I`m dealin with the punishment of pain - I sure deserved itProceedin to the fullest, only three hours since the sermonThen comes the fatal question: "Did you learn anything from service?"But in the name of hip-hop - for real - it`s all worth itYou know my name[ Dave West ]Phife, PhifePhife, PhifePhife, PhifePhife, PhifePhife, PhifePhife, PhifeThis is your life[ VERSE 2: Phife ]Growin up in a West Indian household, it was realAll my Trini, Bahians, Haitians, Jamaicans, they know the dealSo many days doin nada, watchin cartoons on the couchUnderdog, Mighty Mouse, with the twizzler in my mouthMom dukes used to say, "That`s all you care aboutEat, drink, sleep, shit up the toilet in my house"Dropped out of high school, went to get a G.E.D.The only thing though on my mind is how I`m gonna emceeGod kicked out the crib, moved with my aunt in D.C.Used to make my housecalls, by sellin nickel bags of weedHere and there I copped some gear, but I would stay with my dough80 bucks a hour, just to hit studioEveryday, every night, I be spittin my flowsEntered talent shows, would lose, cause they love the go-goWalkin off the stage vexed, "y`all muthafuckas don`t know"Finally made a decision, to take my ass back homeCopped at job at Mickey D`s, flippin burgers with cheeseHad to find a better way, cause this wasn`t my speedTight uniforn pants, with the arch in the backPhone ring, it`s for Phife: "What up Shaheed, where you at?""Jive, muthafucka, we just signed a contract""Say word?" "Word bond, now give that uniform back"Now I`m happy than a mutha, yo, you can`t tell me shitCouldn`t wait to tell my mama: "I`m a celeb now, I quit"From the tender age of 9, this is all I dreamed ofHip-hop, the first chick, to ever have me in loveTell the world my name[ Dave West ]Phife, PhifePhife, PhifePhife..singin this damn hook