
Lyrics
Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K My man Big Daddy he's cool Now Rule Mob Check it out Well honey here's a hickie Puba's not a quickie When it comes to skins God damn I'm picky Who will be the princess to occupy the prince And if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints Now honey you see this may sound profound but LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns You see doo doo MC's really think they can outlast I smell gas As a yung'un I was thefty born as a lefty The rhymes I drop somethin more than hefty Roll like a Ranger Puba's no stranger For those who try to diss me uh oh danger Used to drink the Olde E coolers just be goldie When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie Here steps the one that's capable of slaughterin For those who wanna bite get the catalogue start orderin cause Puba's shit is on stock Ock I shape the wig like a woodblock I like to dip dip dive a Benz I'm soon to drive I guess you can call this my nine to five I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia But hang on for a sec You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin wreck Cause to me see it's more than likely And if I flow too fast let me slow down slightly Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip Don't flake or flam cause Puba's not HAVIN IT Derek X to the right C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu You see me rock a video and slam shit up on Feels So Good There was no doubt about it cause I knew that I would Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with This girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the OLD SCHOOL She smacked me attacked me harassed me til I swung But I made her see stars cause her bell rung See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl No I'm not a wife beater No I'm not a girl cheater I nipped this problem in the bud with my force from the Rule and my man Ron Stud Word to life So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about And if you don't then brother you're lost I had a boss traded it in for a horse It died I made glue it's no loss I'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers Tired of the sob story tear jerkers Compassion for fashion never seen in our slums Never sold work never handled no gems So que sera sera as the fat lady sings But when the bell toll is the song I sing Taken up the flights whether Uptown or Crown Heights I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right Appear from the rear with my Clan and I'm the Cave Bear Rip up the street on my worldwide tear So loudly my troops and let's form three groups Wreck time is here so let's get paid on free loops Allah Jamar to the right Peace God Yo knowledge the God Peace God You're captivated by the science cause the lesson's mathematical Jamar rockin the jam is an emphatical Y equal Knowledge Born I go on although clothes get torn by weaker Cypher men cause what came from my pen made 'em lust now I must Rush out the back door in to the alley Girls in pursuit enough to form a rally I didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's So I made a quick dip like I was goin back to Cali Took the Lear jet don't fear yet Comin on your earset So as I hit program you know I'm gonna slam Cause even in my name there's a funky live Jam Don't eat Spam or no types of ham Polite to all women so I say Yes ma'am Sniffin a gram ain't flam it's kinda weak Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak Not down with a frat no I ain't no Greek A Message From a Blackman is what you seek
Credits
- Artist
- Brand Nubian
- Genre
- 랩/힙합
- Release
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