Текст песни Sermon, Erick f Redman, Passion - Double or Nothing
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Intro:(laughing) Yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor.Redman:I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blownI`m torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like Ned the WinoFor black albino, I`m like suicide on vinyleThe type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my noseAnd I`m the, bombest rhymer, check my steezMy vocals are like vaginas, wet an MC`s when they openMy identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilitiesI`m rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga sluggerSo ring thee alarm, when your TV is on, I react freakin` to songsWhen bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraesBones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the mapJust by eye contactHook:Don`t get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on"Rock, rock on" - Redman (x4)Erick Sermon:Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what? Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)Who be claimin` to be the shit y`all stopGimmicks, hard core lyrics for an imageI`m stompin` `em the beast wompin` `emBrain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the groundI be`s the Effect like Wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two blacktechsSomebody stop me I`m smoking like MaskShut your mouth, he`s a bad, uh, like ShaftThe E-Double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic typeAlcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can`t run up on my turf then get somecleatsI let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he`s fuckin` historyHook (X4)Passion:Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destructionBlood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruptionInsane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it`s strain to maintainThey be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to meI got a PHD in funkologyYou got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramaticsThe lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automaticsI`ve had it up to here, you niggas are in dangerYou better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream AmericaThey just ain`t ready for this, cause I`m nice as shitNiggas be having fits, the Squad of Def be smacking hits after hitsAnd what`s goin` on in your mind I can feel itTremors in the body has caused for the healin`Hook (x4)Outro:You know what I`m sayin`? Things is hot in the tunnel out in here you knowwhat I`m sayin`? Ah, N-Y-C streets is love, it`s hot in the summer, um,spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. Doin`this y`all feel this. I feel you.