Rock Da Spot
(专辑: Muddy Waters - 1996)
(W.. F.. D.. S..) Aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man Hah, aiyyo hah-hah Aiyyo aiyyo, hah-hah Nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo Damn I'm the
bomb, ringin off all types alarms My palms, be swift with the
pen like Lynn Swann's Aggravated assault, against an MC Beat him down with the
mic and all types of pedigrees It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I
roll thick You can quote this, I'm the
Moby Dick of dopeness Bitch, walk the
walk if you talk the
talk I
DK New Jerz, and DK-New York I
don't push a
lot of vehicles, but I
push a
used one With a
tape deck, if it's feasible Tell the
truth, I
don't own a
Lex Coupe But I
get you souped when I
rock respect due I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced Slice the
mic device like the
body of Christ twice E
Double if you feel me hit me once (A breaker one, a
breaker two) Cause trouble to you family and friends Let me cut the
bullshit, just hand me yo ends Got caught out there cause you a
Mack without 10 Punch you in your chin The
rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay cooler than a
double L
Turn a
felony to a
misdemeanor Now the
court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap Blunt, grabbin my weiner Now first of all I
go for broke Check the
third quarter note, I
make you feel like your water broke Can't tell whether male or female I
fucked up your frame well, the
monogram can't tell All aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a
lot of room for the
rest of y'all Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo' bitch, about nine inch up the
clit Can you feel me comin, yeah I
usually make em shit I
shines MC's up for auction So I
can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the
bat away Let's lay in the
cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down and turn into an ass-kicking holiday Word, I
rolls with the
Funklord With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards He's bleeding get the
gauze He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I
kill for Push the
clip in, slide the
top back Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract Shit like that get me vexed So I
crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's Hah-hah One deuce! One deuce Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the
mixture So you won't forget the, black Jack the
Ripper Sorceror offin y'all with techniques A
universal lingo, with the
odd speaks Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak Smokin that leak at full peak Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique College radio, no I
mack shit like Maceo Yeah, the
East coast West coast dick giver I
oughta be an alkie, the
way I
hit liver Deliver, the
milk to your door, real raw Shit you never seen before So when you come inside, and do the
front Watch the
double-pump shotgun and please don't run Relax your minds, let your concious be free And get money, and G's and roll these trees ... This is DJ SAYWHAT?? on this motherfucker. Comin to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City. [continued on "Welcome (Interlude)"]