Gang Starr - DWYCK (Lyrics) | HipHop Old

Описание: Gang Starr - DWYCK (Lyrics) | HipHop Old
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DWYCK Lyrics:
(Greg N-I)
(N-N-N-I)
(N-N-N-I-C-E)
(Greg N-I)
(N-N-N-I)
Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot (N-N-N-I-C-E)
Uh, featuring the one and only
Uh heh, heh, heh, handle it, handle it Roy, Nice & Smooth
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gangstarr has got to be the sure shot
Nice & Smooth has got to be the sure shot
Gangstarr has got to be the sure shot
Nice & Smooth has got to be the sure shot
Greg Nice, Greg N-I-C-E
Dame un beso, ah oui oui
Rock for a fee, not for free
Maybe I'll do it for charity
Now my employer or my employee
Is makin' Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D
Don't ever ever, think of jerkin' me
I work to hard for my royalty
Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea
Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri
Ooh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay
I say butter you say Parkay
It's alright if ya wanna make a sway
I'm a way Uptown, took deuce to the tre
I originate, they duplicate
I praise the lord and keep the faith
It's alright keep bitin' at da bait
'92, uh, one year later
Peace out Premier take me out wit' da fader
(Okay, yay)
(Oh, oh, okay, yay)
(Oh, oh, oh, okay, yay)
(Here it, here it is)
I chant, "Eenie meenie, miny moe"
I wreck da mic like a pimp, pimps hoes
Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this
I shake this you'll take this
I'm kinda fiendish
You wish that you could come into my neighborhood
Meaning my mental state
Still I'm 5 foot 8
Crazy as I wanna be
'Cause I make it orderly
You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost
The brotha who will make you change opinions
Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from
The heart, plus I get a piece of the action
I'm feelin' satisfaction from the street crowd reaction
Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late
When they dip in the kick they get sprayed
Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is
I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis
A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise
Out on the expressway
Leavin' the Bodega I say "Suave"
Premier's got more beats then barns got hay
Clips are inserted into my gun
So I can take the money, never have ta run
(Smooth B, Smooth B)
(Smooth B, Smooth B)
I left my Phillie at home
Do you have another?
I wanna get blunted my brother
Now may I make a mark
Then make a spark over this phat track
Or should I say dope beat
Subtract, delete
All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract
But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back
Ayo Premier, please pass that buddha sack
You hear we quit?
No way, bullshit
I told ya before we come back wit' more hits
I provide bright flavor, so you can sketch me
Do me a favor, don't try and catch me
Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame
Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name
Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphernalia
I'm infallible, not into failure
Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous
And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus
I write in the night to bring truth to the light
My dialogue is my own 'cause Smooth B will never bite
(After the tour quits, I come back with more hits)
(After the tour quits, I come back with more hits)
(After the tour quits, I come back with more hits)