Текст песни Royce Da 5`9`` - What I Know
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[Royce Da 5`9"]Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keysThe Pac in me, got me thinkin deeplyI got to shock MC`s, wit my philosophyCause I think very deeplyWhere I come from, where you sweat ya pen upYoung gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenterThe microphone fienin, for a microphoneBefore he knew what a microphone meanWit them four pounds, and they soundin them offAnd them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalkNiggaz hearts is dissolvin, involved inWhat Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn`t solve[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]I`ma tell you what I know, what I know[Royce Da 5`9"]It`s them +Boyz In the Hood+ it`s always hardYou come talkin that trash, they`ll pull ya cardWho would have known, that the boy growin up playin them cardsWill soon know the music he wrote, it was so trueWho could raise me, after I been amazed by DreAnd N.W.A., and you couldn`t pay meTo back the staff for free, I will believeIt ain`t nothin +Shady+ in the +Aftermath+Perhaps when you unwrappin the plasticYou respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growinThem guys is clonin, them pioneersRappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Warren[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]I`ma tell you what I know, what I know[Royce Da 5`9"]Elvis - was a hero to mostBut he never meant shit to me, it`s statementsLike that made me gage, White, Black, hate to makeMe say - I like, when they fight back, theyMe and rap, I vent myselfLeanin back, not knowin that I meant myselfA lesson comin fast, you dudes better catch itWhenever the future answers ya questions from the pastAnd hold that, I`m spillin these cold rapsCause I am a +Throwback+ you feelin the soldierAnd keep tryin, to keep up wit the kind of guyThat`ll play you until they fatally say that the game`s over[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]I`ma tell you what I know, what I know[Royce Da 5`9"]Oh my God, I destroy cities like the BlobGoin from city to city, seein who I can robGoin from makin them poems up, in my garageThen goin on major tours wit, me and my squadGoin from listenin to Reggie, to meeting himWit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I`m dead meatGoin from likin, to spray the club after a nightThat didn`t go my way, to plug a writin for DreYou damn right I was raised, the amazinHand-writin on the same page, that you can`t type onSo I black out, the usual same wayThe old fashion rap, til it`s no lights on[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]I`ma tell you what I know, what I know