Tytuł: On and on and on

• Wykonawca: Dungeon Family
• Wyświetleń: 289

  
   {scratching}
  "The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"
  "The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!"
  "The beat-beat" "Goes!" - "The beat" "Goes!"
  "The beat" "Goes!" - "And the beat" "Goes!"
  
  [Big Gipp]
  Well it's the dip monk (?) execute parachute
  (?) this Gipp man, lovin that orange brother
  Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy
  Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy
  Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative
  In ya (?) seat-painted we could settle it
  DF the Family, below they still sellin it
  Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella
  Black crow nest don't buck back
  Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his dick
  Another comin for the excaliber hit
  That shit, who the next gon' dip with this?
  
  [Hook] - 2X
  And the beat goes,
  On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
  and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
  "And the beat" "Goes!"
  
  [Big Boi]
  In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin over
  Country clubs and verbals
  You'll try to censor it and stop it
  But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto
  They tellin lies to my fellow Americans
  Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros
  The Dungeon Family steady jammin as the beat goes
  We more familiar that the dirty ain't no equal
  My name is B-I-G and I keep me two of street hoes
  White Gutz, white wall tires, and white paint
  With so much love why do we need hate?
  Cuz everybody plate ain't full, we got some empty plates
  Gotta grind till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like
  
  [Hook] - 2X
  
  [T-Mo]
  Even when a G be bustin, ice-cold crushin
  Ladies be touchin, and the club be rushin
  For the stage, bitches see a second page in this chapter
  T-Mo bustin bullets cuz I'm more than just a rapper
  Slash actor - and producer on the news sir
  Pimp or breeder, strong house leader
  The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
  DF each a rider, like a wood driver
  With 'em on the court I'm hittin jumpers outside-a
  Southwest rider, deep like a diver, +Rich+ like Pryor
  Ain't no higher!
  
  [Hook] - 2X
  
  [Witchdoctor]
  Witchdoctor come wit it!
  I'm your words from your heart beat skip
  Hit me, I'm workin off my hip
  And I keep a box of extra clips
  Cuz haterism is a trip
  And I come out the +blue+ like a Crip
  And believe me asses'll get whipped
  Georgia's biggest mess
  My new born gon' drink milk from his momma's breast
  Fielders of this stress
  It was the music that took you
  Put you in a pot and cooked you
  If this was (?) I'd cook you...
  
  [Hook] - 2X
  
  [Khujo]
  It's so gritty
  Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider
  Southwest alumini dwellin in Decatur
  Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato
  I can't stand on purpose tellin you didn't know yo' poppa
  Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
  We comin up like escalators
  And if you say you the best then we ten times greater!
  Candy-ass and seeds melt away like Now-and-Laters!
  Erase yo' data! With this nigga chaser!
  And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser!
  
  [Hook] - 2X
  
  {scratching to fade}