To Da Old School — текст песни (Dred Scott f Tragedy)

[Tragedy]
Yeah, this is gonna be fat.
Hold up, ayo, what happened to the track, man?

[Dred Scott]
Ayo, the drum machine is broke, man.

[Tragedy]
The drum machine is broke?
Then how we going to...
yo, I came down here to make this song,
how we gonna make this song if the drum machine`s broke?

[Dred Scott]
I know, Trag. But I was thinking,
maybe we can take it back to the old days
and I can do a little beat box.
Know what I`m sayin, the human beat box?

[Tragedy]
The beat box? You`re not serious, kid.

[Dred Scott]
Check it out, though, here`s what I was thinking,
listen to this. (Starts beatboxing)

[Tragedy]
That`s kinda funky right there
Awww yeah, come on, yeah, yeah
Check him out, come on!
Live and direct in the place to be
It`s the beat, we got my man Dred Scott
And the brother Tragedy, and this is how we do

I`m a get busy and drop my flow
For the year `94, trying to make the dough
Brothers try to act like they don`t know
You`d better act like you know because I`m on the go
Rolling through your crowd like an army tank
I wanna get loose so I can put it in the bank
Yo Dred, keep em going, and I`ll keep em flowing
Doing what I`m doing while my pockets keep growing
On to break, and we`re hard to shake
Yo Dred, you`re hitting harder than an earthquake
Tragedy, hitting harder than an earthquake
Cause I drop the lyrics, I drop the lyrics
I drop the lyrics with shake `n` bake
I got he flavor, check him out, come on
Check him out, yeah that`s fat

[Dred Scott]
Ha ha, see what I`m saying?

[Tragedy]
True, true, true