Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka Lyrics
| Song | Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka |
| Artist | Heltah Skeltah |
| Album | Nocturnal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| flah leflour eshkoshka | |
| * originally appeared as the extended version of leflah on fab 5's blah 12" | |
| Intro： | |
| Yes | |
| The name of this shit here is | |
| Leflour leflah eshkoshka | |
| The fab 5 | |
| Chorus: rock | |
| Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) | |
| O.g.c., heltah skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) | |
| Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all (west y'all) | |
| Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) | |
| And check yo chest y'all (chest y'all) | |
| Verse one: strang, rock, louisville | |
| Ay curumba strang gun clappa number | |
| One on tha set man i cut ya like lumber | |
| Still play the back in my thundergear down to my underwear | |
| Make all you motherfuckers wonder where | |
| I come from, cuz motherfuck dapper dan | |
| I'm a gun clappa fan plus i run rappers stand | |
| Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot | |
| Dru ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props | |
| Eh yo next to snap a neck be big r-o-c-k | |
| Send mc's to me in squads of three say | |
| Rockness monsta, is he for real? it can't be | |
| See him in action as he transform that man's me | |
| Enemies ain't kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home or | |
| Knots get blown like cordless slots and payphones | |
| Phone home or return like jedi | |
| I bet i can without lai give yo' stupid ass a red eye | |
| Me nah like | |
| Niggaz who cant see pass a likkle bit of light | |
| You come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight | |
| And 6 feet deep is where you sleep | |
| Eternally restin in peace you felt relief | |
| Now big up to all my true headz in the east | |
| Stalkin the block not leavin the house without they gat | |
| You best ta believe that fab 5 got my back | |
| (got my back) it's like dat | |
| Verse two: ruck, louisville | |
| I control the masses, wit metaphors thats massive | |
| Don't ask if the nigga ruckest bash shit like cassius | |
| I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs i be flippin | |
| Cuz herbs jus be shittin off the words i be kickin | |
| I scold you, double headed swords for the petty | |
| But i told you, bitch niggaz that headz aint ready | |
| Now i mold you, back to the bitch that you are | |
| Fuckin wit the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred | |
| Guess who, punk chump, your brain jus blew | |
| It's the originoo gun clappa two | |
| Rushin through, three on three you can't see we | |
| Cuz we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight | |
| So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp | |
| Jus got amped so i took em out for a dance | |
| Bigga triggas fallin down | |
| Like the bridges of london, but ain't too many niggaz runnin | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: rock --> louisville in ()'s | |
| Aiyyo why oh why did i need cappucino | |
| Scar on my face but i'm not al pacino | |
| (we 3 amigos) sparsky and dutch we bring mo' | |
| Drama than what? (a primetime nbc tv show) | |
| (headz don't know and damn sure ain't ready) | |
| (niggas walk the street wit more boop than betty) | |
| Shit'll get heavy (back of the tree now surrender) | |
| (my pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender) | |
| Then i dish off from a shooting guard to a center | |
| Like rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter | |
| (o.g.c. rush the scene, the mission from backup) yeah | |
| (baseball bats attack like jersey fools that act up) act up | |
| (folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough) | |
| (pepto-bismol before this nigga let go) | |
| He said go what you do grew screwed i blew through | |
| Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true cuz they doo-doo | |
| Verse four: ruck, strang --> top dawg in ()'s | |
| Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin no more | |
| I've evidence on your click so y'all niggaz hit the floor | |
| With that mouth murderin you got that ass in hot water | |
| Now i just oughta send a piece to your headquarters | |
| To take away your stripe, you fucked up tonight | |
| You don't do right you're gwan get dead to spite | |
| Our click foundation stays thick through the war | |
| I'm keepin my eye out for infiltrators at the door | |
| It's a shame how these mc's are wannabees | |
| Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please) | |
| Ease off selecta strangle wrecks ya | |
| Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector | |
| (so what you gonna do when you stuck at thirty-two) | |
| (degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these) | |
| (now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle) | |
| (then i will make niggaz beat it and scream just like michael) | |
| So how many corny mc's gwan try | |
| When strang sets shit off like the 4th of july | |
| (nobody) why? (cuz everybody gets bodies my brother) | |
| (i smother a nigga then ruck bounce like rubber) | |
| Step to tha stage set the microphone on fire | |
| Yo desires, they call me siah cuz i'm flyer | |
| Live like wires, beast from the east who is he | |
| When i roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy | |
| Chorus 2x |
| flah leflour eshkoshka | |
| originally appeared as the extended version of leflah on fab 5' s blah 12" | |
| Intro: | |
| Yes | |
| The name of this shit here is | |
| Leflour leflah eshkoshka | |
| The fab 5 | |
| Chorus: rock | |
| Yes yes y' all yes y' all | |
| O. g. c., heltah skeltah be the best y' all best y' all | |
| Fab 5 slam from east to west y' all west y' all | |
| Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y' all vest y' all | |
| And check yo chest y' all chest y' all | |
| Verse one: strang, rock, louisville | |
| Ay curumba strang gun clappa number | |
| One on tha set man i cut ya like lumber | |
| Still play the back in my thundergear down to my underwear | |
| Make all you motherfuckers wonder where | |
| I come from, cuz motherfuck dapper dan | |
| I' m a gun clappa fan plus i run rappers stand | |
| Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot | |
| Dru ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props | |
| Eh yo next to snap a neck be big rock | |
| Send mc' s to me in squads of three say | |
| Rockness monsta, is he for real? it can' t be | |
| See him in action as he transform that man' s me | |
| Enemies ain' t kotter, ain' t no welcome back in my home or | |
| Knots get blown like cordless slots and payphones | |
| Phone home or return like jedi | |
| I bet i can without lai give yo' stupid ass a red eye | |
| Me nah like | |
| Niggaz who cant see pass a likkle bit of light | |
| You come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight | |
| And 6 feet deep is where you sleep | |
| Eternally restin in peace you felt relief | |
| Now big up to all my true headz in the east | |
| Stalkin the block not leavin the house without they gat | |
| You best ta believe that fab 5 got my back | |
| got my back it' s like dat | |
| Verse two: ruck, louisville | |
| I control the masses, wit metaphors thats massive | |
| Don' t ask if the nigga ruckest bash shit like cassius | |
| I' m drastic, when it comes to verbs i be flippin | |
| Cuz herbs jus be shittin off the words i be kickin | |
| I scold you, double headed swords for the petty | |
| But i told you, bitch niggaz that headz aint ready | |
| Now i mold you, back to the bitch that you are | |
| Fuckin wit the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred | |
| Guess who, punk chump, your brain jus blew | |
| It' s the originoo gun clappa two | |
| Rushin through, three on three you can' t see we | |
| Cuz we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight | |
| So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp | |
| Jus got amped so i took em out for a dance | |
| Bigga triggas fallin down | |
| Like the bridges of london, but ain' t too many niggaz runnin | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: rock louisville in ' s | |
| Aiyyo why oh why did i need cappucino | |
| Scar on my face but i' m not al pacino | |
| we 3 amigos sparsky and dutch we bring mo' | |
| Drama than what? a primetime nbc tv show | |
| headz don' t know and damn sure ain' t ready | |
| niggas walk the street wit more boop than betty | |
| Shit' ll get heavy back of the tree now surrender | |
| my pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender | |
| Then i dish off from a shooting guard to a center | |
| Like rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter | |
| o. g. c. rush the scene, the mission from backup yeah | |
| baseball bats attack like jersey fools that act up act up | |
| folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough | |
| peptobismol before this nigga let go | |
| He said go what you do grew screwed i blew through | |
| Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true cuz they doodoo | |
| Verse four: ruck, strang top dawg in ' s | |
| Everybody framed, ain' t nobody yappin no more | |
| I' ve evidence on your click so y' all niggaz hit the floor | |
| With that mouth murderin you got that ass in hot water | |
| Now i just oughta send a piece to your headquarters | |
| To take away your stripe, you fucked up tonight | |
| You don' t do right you' re gwan get dead to spite | |
| Our click foundation stays thick through the war | |
| I' m keepin my eye out for infiltrators at the door | |
| It' s a shame how these mc' s are wannabees | |
| Front on these and get hung up like dungarees please | |
| Ease off selecta strangle wrecks ya | |
| Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector | |
| so what you gonna do when you stuck at thirtytwo | |
| degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these | |
| now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle | |
| then i will make niggaz beat it and scream just like michael | |
| So how many corny mc' s gwan try | |
| When strang sets shit off like the 4th of july | |
| nobody why? cuz everybody gets bodies my brother | |
| i smother a nigga then ruck bounce like rubber | |
| Step to tha stage set the microphone on fire | |
| Yo desires, they call me siah cuz i' m flyer | |
| Live like wires, beast from the east who is he | |
| When i roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy | |
| Chorus 2x |
| flah leflour eshkoshka | |
| originally appeared as the extended version of leflah on fab 5' s blah 12" | |
| Intro: | |
| Yes | |
| The name of this shit here is | |
| Leflour leflah eshkoshka | |
| The fab 5 | |
| Chorus: rock | |
| Yes yes y' all yes y' all | |
| O. g. c., heltah skeltah be the best y' all best y' all | |
| Fab 5 slam from east to west y' all west y' all | |
| Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y' all vest y' all | |
| And check yo chest y' all chest y' all | |
| Verse one: strang, rock, louisville | |
| Ay curumba strang gun clappa number | |
| One on tha set man i cut ya like lumber | |
| Still play the back in my thundergear down to my underwear | |
| Make all you motherfuckers wonder where | |
| I come from, cuz motherfuck dapper dan | |
| I' m a gun clappa fan plus i run rappers stand | |
| Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot | |
| Dru ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props | |
| Eh yo next to snap a neck be big rock | |
| Send mc' s to me in squads of three say | |
| Rockness monsta, is he for real? it can' t be | |
| See him in action as he transform that man' s me | |
| Enemies ain' t kotter, ain' t no welcome back in my home or | |
| Knots get blown like cordless slots and payphones | |
| Phone home or return like jedi | |
| I bet i can without lai give yo' stupid ass a red eye | |
| Me nah like | |
| Niggaz who cant see pass a likkle bit of light | |
| You come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight | |
| And 6 feet deep is where you sleep | |
| Eternally restin in peace you felt relief | |
| Now big up to all my true headz in the east | |
| Stalkin the block not leavin the house without they gat | |
| You best ta believe that fab 5 got my back | |
| got my back it' s like dat | |
| Verse two: ruck, louisville | |
| I control the masses, wit metaphors thats massive | |
| Don' t ask if the nigga ruckest bash shit like cassius | |
| I' m drastic, when it comes to verbs i be flippin | |
| Cuz herbs jus be shittin off the words i be kickin | |
| I scold you, double headed swords for the petty | |
| But i told you, bitch niggaz that headz aint ready | |
| Now i mold you, back to the bitch that you are | |
| Fuckin wit the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred | |
| Guess who, punk chump, your brain jus blew | |
| It' s the originoo gun clappa two | |
| Rushin through, three on three you can' t see we | |
| Cuz we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight | |
| So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp | |
| Jus got amped so i took em out for a dance | |
| Bigga triggas fallin down | |
| Like the bridges of london, but ain' t too many niggaz runnin | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: rock louisville in ' s | |
| Aiyyo why oh why did i need cappucino | |
| Scar on my face but i' m not al pacino | |
| we 3 amigos sparsky and dutch we bring mo' | |
| Drama than what? a primetime nbc tv show | |
| headz don' t know and damn sure ain' t ready | |
| niggas walk the street wit more boop than betty | |
| Shit' ll get heavy back of the tree now surrender | |
| my pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender | |
| Then i dish off from a shooting guard to a center | |
| Like rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter | |
| o. g. c. rush the scene, the mission from backup yeah | |
| baseball bats attack like jersey fools that act up act up | |
| folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough | |
| peptobismol before this nigga let go | |
| He said go what you do grew screwed i blew through | |
| Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true cuz they doodoo | |
| Verse four: ruck, strang top dawg in ' s | |
| Everybody framed, ain' t nobody yappin no more | |
| I' ve evidence on your click so y' all niggaz hit the floor | |
| With that mouth murderin you got that ass in hot water | |
| Now i just oughta send a piece to your headquarters | |
| To take away your stripe, you fucked up tonight | |
| You don' t do right you' re gwan get dead to spite | |
| Our click foundation stays thick through the war | |
| I' m keepin my eye out for infiltrators at the door | |
| It' s a shame how these mc' s are wannabees | |
| Front on these and get hung up like dungarees please | |
| Ease off selecta strangle wrecks ya | |
| Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector | |
| so what you gonna do when you stuck at thirtytwo | |
| degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these | |
| now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle | |
| then i will make niggaz beat it and scream just like michael | |
| So how many corny mc' s gwan try | |
| When strang sets shit off like the 4th of july | |
| nobody why? cuz everybody gets bodies my brother | |
| i smother a nigga then ruck bounce like rubber | |
| Step to tha stage set the microphone on fire | |
| Yo desires, they call me siah cuz i' m flyer | |
| Live like wires, beast from the east who is he | |
| When i roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy | |
| Chorus 2x |
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