Tytuł: Guard your grill

• Wykonawca: Naughty By Nature
• Wyświetleń: 251

  
   Intro: Kay Gee
  
  *phone dialling*
  (Hello?)
  Hello it's '91. Buckle up guard your grill! Hee hee
  (Har what the fuck?)
  Has this ever happened to you?
  Can you name this tune?
  These victims knew how to guard they grill this would've never happened!
  
  Verse 1: Treach
  
  I put two and two together and I came up with four
  You are forever forgot forbid shouldn't have to say much more
  I been thru more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show ya
  This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know ya
  You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw
  Stay back and watch a real MC get raw
  I never know, never know when another will come to diss this
  But if and whenever they come I'm runnin this merry fist miss
  I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
  It's just another one dud and is dismissed
  Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built
  I'm silly-ho smackin MC's on a ninety degree tilt
  The reason that it's tilted cos you're guilty, too hard to guard
  It's not you're tryin too gay, you're tryin too hard
  How hard can your guard be, I say wuz up?
  Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup!
  
  Chorus:
  
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I ain't the type to give up
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I smoke first, so what's up
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  Put em up, you ain't tough
  Guard your grill, knuckle up!
  
  Verse 2: Treach
  
  I give em much business, an Aspirin
  Damn, I love a glass chin
  What are ya askin for mercy, I'm laughin
  Huh, you know the game, you know the name and you know the rep
  You know the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the Treach
  There's no sleepin, no nottin, no rest and hey
  No snoozin, no dozin, no f'in way
  Heapin things up like a Coke cup
  Wind me up but y'all I gets the low wits tha rough stuff
  And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have nuff
  Then go around to them and him because ??? ???
  I I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper
  Use to couldn't take em out cos they was rowdy hip-hoppers
  There's so much gold for roast, the ??? don't knock us
  My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper
  At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka
  I had two girls, one a runner, one a trotter
  Back then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin hotter
  Then I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxers
  How hard can your guard be, I say what's up?
  Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, duck
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 3: Treach
  
  I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio
  Never been to Tokyo or *?Keeper's Day Bolochio?*
  Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard
  I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card
  So callin me for a ride ain't the answer
  Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer
  Sayin we will go for one cut, now we're dead
  Oh yaeh, that's bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled
  Now how wrong can you be to think we play
  Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day
  So now ya feelin real low, ya no flow-crow
  You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo
  Oh, here's another side of bein real quick
  You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shhh...
  So don't try at those same style battle cry
  I rock the U-train, the routes that I battle by
  I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
  No matter that white rap, shoot a pharoah with a psycho
  Put down ya handgun, up which'cha hands son
  Look cops they come, I ain't the damned one
  I was only three steps from a peace prize
  Pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh
  Knuckle up, put em up, yeah guard your grill
  And that's comin from Illtown, down the hill
  
  Chorus
  
  Outro:
  [Vin Rock] This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
  My man J Scratch in the house, y'knowhutI'msayin?
  And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss
  [Kay Gee] Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up!
  [Treach] A strong what up to my man Kid Capri
  [KG] This goes out to my man Jack Don
  I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
  [T] What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face!
  [KG] This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill
  Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
  [Vinny] I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house
  [T] This goes out to my man Tamere
  He's definitely in here
  What's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
  Special shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC's out
  there
  Peace goes out!
  [Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here
  PEACE!