Lyricist Lounge Vol. 2 — текст песни (Saukrates f Redman)

[Sau] Yeahhh.. a-ha-ha-ha!
[Red] Lyricist Lounge..
[Sau] Yo, comin to you live
[Red] Live, live, live
[Sau] One-two, one-two
[Red] One-two, one-two
[ALL] One-two, one-two

[Sau] Broadcastin live on W.K.Y. - A., it`s Sa-Dog in the place and uhh
[Red] (Yo, it`s Funk Doc in the place and uhh)

[Saukrates]
Yo, yo, get prepared for the double-homicidal, spit reality
So rare got you thinkin it`s from another galaxy
Opened a whole bottle of throttle, WHOOP-ASS
Then with one blast, I`m spillin your Mas Clamato
Hang out the black Tahoe, animated like John Bravo
With four fingers stuck in the five hoes
of any given chickenhead, ridin shotgun
I took a lesson from Knockboots, (??) popped `em

[Redman]
It`s Doc place your bets, I`m live D-88 cassette
I`m down low, I don`t think me and my neighbors met (HI!)
Raisinette sized hoes in your Avirex
(You fall off) like inter-racial relationships
It`s, the rare mooley, can`t do nar` to me
Only kid in fifth grade with a infrared toolie
I`m hard-headed, check sun like Con-Eda
Sick flows stay ridin with the paramedics

[Saukrates]
I fuck bitches freaky like albino winos
with five hoes, high off of Tae-Bo fine flows
Paint pictures, so scary
that motherfuckers say Sauk you spittin obituaries
Not verses but viruses, get it?
The mic is like pussy tight and I`m paid to hit it
(You know you did it) I get the dough (Nigga switch your flow)
I`m the real jiggalo, nigga you`re Deuce Bigalow
Temporary, switchin like the seasons change
My team rearrange and bring a whole decade of rain
I bite through steel, with these jaws of, life
Get rocked when Doc and Sauk is on the, mic

[Redman]
Broads used to say Redman, don`t listen to him
Now they whipped cause I`m in the bed, kissin on Kim
Hips, guerilla my color my nail and my skin
Dipped in hair so get bears to box `em in
With (GRRR) I`m the D, similar to Michigan
I`m hittin the pussy, y`all babysittin them
That`s why hoes wanna, flatten my Michelins
In front of my house with, fuck you signs picketin
Punkin out to a fight dog? It ain`t us
Clean my teeth and Timberlands with the same brush
I stretch your body out like Jack Lalanne does
O.J. attitude, Doc carry the same gloves
Remember me, Doc`s Da Name?
Brick City, T-Dot, padlock the game
If it reigns then it`s Doc and big Sauk to blame
Herbie Hancock MC`s - ROCKIN IT

[Chorus]
We be kickin your ass.. on W.K.Y.A.
We be kickin your ass.. on W.K.Y.A.
[R] Say do it feel good to ya? (WHAT?)
[R] Say do it feel good to ya? (Wait a minute!)
[R] Say do it feel good to ya? (WHAT?)
Yo.. exclusive on W.K.Y.A.

[Saukrates]
Hey DJ.. DJ.. DJ.. my DJ slice the one and two
My hip-hop union`s all in favor of cuttin you
My aphrodis` fo` scheez found a slut in you
Soon as I find a frame strong enough to cut for two
I`m overstoked plus I`m airin dudes
with metaphors sicker than microwaved airplane food
I dare take two pulls, off the blunt that Red rolled
with head full of mari-when-I-bury-one
Wack nigga chasin the clout thing
tryin to out bling (bling) I knocks him out ring
Yo E TURN IT UP if niggaz is doubtin
Bout to bust, when it blows, we movin without him

[Redman]
Sauk, watch my two arms drop bombs on they entourage
Fuck you, the beef we love to jump it off
Don`t matter what hood Doc stompin on
Look what I done to dog, bumba claat
Fucked up in the trunk of his aunt garage
He thought I clap guns, but my guns applaud
Fuck the guns, my palm is up to guard
Whether I live or die is up to God
Guerilla tactics, way I, fuck a broad
Robbin me? You might be, up in yours



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