Текст песни Tony Touch f De La Soul, Mos Def - The Piece Maker
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[Mos Def]Took spanish one for four years, just so you knowSpit my shit right hereУigame, malo muchacho Mos Def con Tony Flaco, el idioma que yo habloPretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flowB-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, broYou know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindoHabichuelas negras, arroz amarilloYo soy suave viejito, campeуn nacional como TitoBringin the heat bro, unique when I speak yoDoin my Way like Carlito, beats by M-A-S-E-OFrom Panama to Puerto Rico, play my jam on Caliente noventa y sieteOn the expressway, and press play, see what ya neck sayDuro siempre, para mi gente, ganamosSe acabу venga vamos, corillo, alcen las manosBlowin ya spot like I got toastA lotta MC`s is Def, but they not Mos, and not closeUnderstand it when I shine, all your light is throughYa niggas wack in one language, I`m nice in two, fuck is you[Chorus 1]Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonidoSiempre ganamos, nunca perdimosPara quien? Blanco, Negro, LatinoDel mundo, cuando junto, quй profundoQue eso? Tu no sabe mi sonidoSiempre ganamos, nunca perdimosPara quien? Blanco, Negro, LatinoCorillo, so my street folk come unidos[Pos]I got chips, to Ziploc grips to burstNon-conventional, original B-Boy, my peeps call me Merc`I`m from N.Y.C., so see why in meThere`s a lot of hustlin, found around my cheekSippin strawberry daq, that ain`t never been fuckedTry to catch me off balance, man, you shit outta luckCuz we got more rams, and I drivin y`allGot the people like the jams, more live than y`allI`m wit Tone Touch, while ya all touched in the headSuch a lethal combination, got you facin the redAnd um, yo, you don`t want no parts in thatYou style so pussy, last name should be CatWe takin it back, like flea stacks and pylonsWit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin they nylonReveal flesh to test, cuz I love bruisin `emTreat my battles like my children nigga, I`m never losin `em[Chorus 2]Aiyo, what`s that? You don`t know, that`s my sound yoNo one can rock it like this, we put it down yoFor who? Black, white, purple or brown yoIt`s Mos, De La, and Touch, we hold the crown yoPero what`s that? You don`t know, that`s my sound yoNo one can rock it like this, we put it down yoFor who? Black, white, purple or brown yoSo all my street folk come on gather round yo[Dove]Pardon me son, but the only Spanish I knew, was dame un besoCut bitches wit niggas, who nettin the pesoYa breathin on beats like this, if you say soI stay sippin on God theories, so where the case yo?Wait flow on four floors like film editsFuck sayin the name, you read it in the creditsSit that ass down on my lyricsWe servin niggas up some beans and rice, everything is everythingHeavy metal thing, rock, wit Mos and Pos and usWritten flows get broke down by the comasFrom L.I. lawn, I green shit up in my walletsTo fly the wrong places, and get red like scarletHow I dollar it, I just earn the saySo when the itchy itchy come, I satisfy the craveAnd let it fall a little too muchI let Tone touch my ears to let the bullshit disappear[Tony Touch]Pa` `fuera, tu no sabe, mi maneraNative tongue, puttin it down, donde quieraDe La, Mos Def wit a candelaBorinquen, que bonita banderaRespect the architect or be next to catch a pelaI send ya all runnin home to your abuelaCash rap over a beat or acapellaKick a wicked rhyme like a fortune tellerThis fella, se pone feo quando llegoI still be shoutin out cats in San DiegoI`m still in effect, and I`m still doin the huevoI still be putting it down, till I`m a viejoMan, you can`t tell me nuthin about the juegoI told ya suckas before, leggo my eggoYet you insist upon playin wit fuegoBut I catch you on the rebound, hasta luego, pendejo