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Tytuł: Speak ya clout

  • Wykonawca: Gang Starr
  • Wy¶wietleń: 356

  
   Verse One: Jeru the Damaja
  
  Last year record companies were chumpin me
  But now like chicks they all be up on me
  and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie
  Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin
  Showing and proving on a day to day basis
  I rip New York and a million different places
  State to state country to country
  My skills are legend in the style of poetry
  I've paid my dues to this game word to mother
  Peace New York hops it gets no rougher
  Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five
  Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've
  achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps
  I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps
  So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
  Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks
  And I mean it it's all done with the mind
  I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline
  I could go on for days speaking bout my clout
  So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out
  
  Verse Two: Lil Dap
  
  Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
  Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east
  A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite
  I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight
  Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever
  You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around
  Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto
  A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan
  Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam
  So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough
  I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough
  A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped
  Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
  Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho'
  You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life
  Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic
  It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine
  Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction
  Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it
  Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it
  
  Verse Three: Guru
  
  Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat
  He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
  I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out
  From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol
  Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole
  You know the motherfucking situation
  So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation
  Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me
  and all the honies be loving me
  My style be kicking crazy butt
  Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt
  Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her
  I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her
  cause she be working on my nerves
  and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves
  I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho
  Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto
  and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack
  because I'm all that
  And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall
  I'm a come back to drown y'all
  With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
  And stay the fuck out my path...