Текст песни The UMC`s - Time to Set it Straight
The UMC`s - Time to Set it Straight слова песни
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haYeah, nineteen ninety-threeUh-huh (UM-UMC)Bring it[Haas-G]Uno, dos, tres, cuatroOops upside your head because I Marx ya like GrouchoAiyyo I`m not a slouch so, ladies scream and shout (HO!)Brother work it out (BO!) static bo bo bo I blowHard like the wind then I`ll spin ya topsy turvyI serve thee, here`s a fruity orange for ya scurvyI`m my own lucky charm in the middle of my pantsWanna dance, I wind up and bogle on that ass, yoRico, I`m suave, Benito, I drive aCrowd to get wild from the aisle here comes a styleI`m the undisputed master of charisma party ripper likeShaq I be nimble, I be quick, I see the wackMC`s who need some styleTryin to fake moves on my two I sonic boom ya like NileCause I`m the wildest, crazy kind of guy born freeI`m Haas G (awwww) I got the shit to set you freeWoooo, yeah, yeah, ha haFor my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples)For my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples)For my peoples yo, for my peoples[Kool Kim]Hey yo I be the rough rugged MC with The Streetcar Named DesireGoodness, gracious, great balls of fireNow I heard you had the matzoI put my peoples on the show and TAKE ITif we want it, so nigga don`t flaunt itNow you tried to be the Don of, the hip-hop nationYeah your beats is kind of fat, but your lyrics, starvationNow you`re stumped, you gotsta have the skill to make it thumpYa damn, anal wart, herpe bump, your lyrics don`t make me jumpNow, I might crossover when my dough is all spentBecause ain`t nothin, goin on, but the rentI come from S-T-A-T-E-N-I-S-L-A-N-DAnd be the grand wizard lyricist, Kim UMCI serve the hot buttered SOUL on my hip-hop rollAnd yo I can`t be undersold and, my word as good as goldI won`t fold under pressure when your girl let me undress herMy eyeballs out of my head like, my dear Uncle FesterGave myself a future career from the days of Blue CheeseAnd now there`s one thousand two thousand three thousand UMC`sUhh, yeah yeahYo, UMC`n type situation in the houseYo, I got one question for the masses kid, one question[Kool Kim]Hey yo, who gets sex to my rhymes? HEY!C`mon, who gets sex to my rhymes? UHH!Cause you know that I can cha-cha, with Nina, Maria, SobritoBendejo, y Chocha, el Mixo, completoSo parles vouz couche avec ma se shwaMe and Haas G, and Sousie, menage-a-toisNow, I bag the mad honies round the world for sportAnd then I get up, get up, inside she boom boom shotsYeah, yeah, uh, uh, yo, check it out kidYo bring em down street kid, yo bring em down (bring em down)Yo bring em down street kid, yo break em down[Haas G]Aiyyo I roll rope, on my boat, gently down the stream I turnHood like Robin, now I`m out to get the greenCause I`m the lean mean rap machine at the fingers snap my teamtighten like grave men when I ain`t misbehavinYo just gimme a little light, I grab a mic I get startedTo cold act ill, uhh, get retardedThen I take off, I Jetson, like George when I wrecks emGod bless em, I leave em raptified when I hex emRight on, right on, right onYo, check it outWe wanna do it like this for nineteen ninety-threeFirst and foremost, the major shout to the mighty UMC crewI wanna say whassup to my peoples RuckusI wanna give a massive shout to three-two-oneI wanna say whassup to my peoples Cold CrushAll the way down to Ill BreedI wanna say whassup to my Oran BAnd Cool Craig is in the houseStaten Isle`s in the houseStaten Island comes first everytimeBrooklyn`s in the houseQueens is in the houseUptown`s in the houseBronx is in the houseI wanna say whassup to Long Island kidYeah, UMC`s forever, always, we out