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Utwór: Do it up

  • wykonawca: Erick Sermon
  • wyświetleń: 721


     [Erick Sermon]
  Check it out
  I pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky
  Yeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey
  With the flavor I be kickin, dope
  Like my horoscope, a Sagittarius, no joke
  Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like Mike
  Who am I? (E.D.) Right, right
  Can you believe it, even Stevie Wonder couldn't see it
  I'm catchin wreck so beat it
  Yo I contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme
  to fit you like a pair of Calvin Kleins
  Mad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin
  and have the homeboys thinkin
  I'm the man of hour, of the hour
  I found He-Man, jacked him for his power (gimme that)
  Now I carry a sword, attached by a live cord
  Oh my lord!
  
  Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 4X)
  
  Watch me do it up like this.. {"like this.." }
  Watch me do it up like that.. {"like.. like.."}
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Yeah, E's real dope (word?) Yes indeed
  No one can stop me, ask Apollo Creed
  I pack a punch cause my crew runs deep
  like the Brady Bunch, and we all smoke the blunts
  (Word em up now) I get raw, raw like a fish market
  Mics I spark it, with the funky target
  You must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me
  with the one-two, before I rush you and crush you
  I'm on a mission, like a church group called Commission
  Word-gifted, keep the crowd uplifted (yea yea)
  E Double, a nigga standin tall
  Rockin the microphone "for all of y'all"
  Word up, live on your station
  Gettin mad crowd participation, when I'm rockin the nation
  Don't forget, I'm still cock diesel
  Hoes be on me like the measles
  
  Chorus
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Oh no it's the _End of the Road_
  Oh my God like Wanye, today was a good day
  Word, ooh yah, I rip the mic to shreds
  Enough lyrical food to keep the Ethiopians fed
  Word em up {*pulls on a joint*} I inhale
  from the K.D. Posse, two of my homegirls
  When I rock the mic and get freaky and nasty
  People in the industry seldom ask me
  Whassup, whassup, whassup
  wit you E, ask Eddie Murphy (yea yea)
  Don't forget, to reach for the stars
  Cause I'm past that, I'm reachin for Mars, so
  peace to all those true human beings
  Hehehehe, I see you in the coliseums
  
  Chorus
  
  "This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!"
  "This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!"
  "This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!"
  "This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!"
  

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