a minute now This can't go on much longer" I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa" Over and over, over and over Over and over, over and over
Fordítás: MC5. Újra és újra.
in effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta
I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where you are! [I] And where you are! [C] Party over here, party over there [I] Where
hittin' And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin' And cable clippin', still sickenin' Even though some people ain't admitting Through they system I keeps it kickin' And
Doc who be arousin' police My underground funk be plowin' the streets So if you claimin' you the best MC Bring your arm over here and handcuff me We
wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots torn Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's By arid actions try MC
it over here, Mr. DJ (Ladies and Gentleman) And we will, we will rock you (Let's shake) I shake it like Jello And make the boys say hello ?Cause they
down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds Nigga it's, hip hop Yeah, yeah, we started from nothin' a couple MC's Beat boxin', the crowd in the lunch room Me and
street, now over stand Grade school mathematics examining thugs They discuss bloods, crips, techs, jamming and drugs I speak of world peace, war, famine, and
be doing they thang To MC's, behind ropes, who had titles to claim This is hip hop (Then white takes C4, and C5, and C6) (C5, Queen E5, E5, 95, Bishop
I came To the knowledge of myself, raise 'em up, maintain P-Dog and the Enemy, we bringin' the pain... [Verse 5: Conscious Daughters] It's the squaw, quick on the draw and
bulge Or roll over in dough Yamsayin get overwhelmed, develop like film Step up Into The Realm, what Into The Realm Yamean, P-P, fam Malik B *scatting* Yamsayin, word up you gone lose CONTROL Yamsayin, MC
, what they do, what they do Livin' the life of limos and lights, airplanes and trains Short days and long nights Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks And
ya at? I'm over here yo Shaq, where ya at? yo yo, I'm over here yo Shaq, where ya at? Phife, I'm over here yo Shaq, where ya at? Phife, I'm over here
on the microphone And we got my nigga punish on the beatbox And we gonna show you how we does it Anywhere you go I am going to find you And every time
Y'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow? What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe Fo' cats on the same track
