Steady Bootleggin — текст песни (Brand Nubian)





["some get over the hump... bootleggin!

Some go down in the dark! bootleggin.

Some get over the hump... bootleggin!

Some go down in the dark! bootleggin.

Steady bootleggin! steady bootleggin!

Steady bootleggin! steady bootleggin!"]



Verse one: sadat x



Ive been watching you for about two weeks

Selling phony imitations of myself

If I chose to wild I might flip or break your table

Strong arms tappin all your pockets

Look, look at this tape, loose ass plastic

Copy machine picture damn straight Im gonna hit ya

But I dont cause I maintain, youre just a common street peddler

Offender, the question revolves

Is the record company involved?

Hmm, dig the reality, is that Im bein played

Should somebody take the weight cause my pockets like on e

That I cant see, therefore I burnt teeth

When I find the source to my loss of income

I gots ta see him jack, yo I gots ta see

And the street vendor out there, dont steal dont sell my tape

I dont give a fuck about the plea that you coppin

Everyones got problems sellin my tape aint gonna solve em

On my ave... holdin your eye with a heatin pad

Dig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the time

Or youll be out much more than a dime



["so many fingers... steady bootleggin!

Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin!

So many fingers... steady bootleggin!

Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin!

Steady bootleggin! steady bootleggin!

Steady bootleggin! steady bootleggin!"]



Verse two: lord jamar



A kick in the ass from a leg and a boot

Constitute the right to shoot one who steals my loot

Bang bang like it aint no thing to the bastard

Who sold my shit before its mastered

Now how the fuck did you get a copy?

Its an inside job or the security is sloppy

But nevertheless Im doin my best to solve this mess

I find out, I blow a hole in his chest

Its black music that they wanna discredit

Garth brooks aint bootlegged cause theyd never let it

Happen, thats why Im cappin and slappin

All the motherfuckers sellin tapes to young black kids rappin

They try to say hardcore dont sell

But everywhere I go they killed my shit well

New york to california everywhere in between

Know the flavor of the God so what the fuck do you mean?

I gotta get my props in ninety-two its up to you

The listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the start

I cant get back what I dont receive

Best believe they got a trick up they sleeve



["too much bootleggin! too much bootleggin is goin on!

Too much bootleggin! too much bootleggin is goin on.

Too much bootleggin! too much bootleggin is goin on!

Too much bootleggin! too much bootleggin is goin on."]



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