| Song | Pick Up the Pace |
| Artist | Young MC |
| Album | Stone Cold Rhymin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dike, Young, Young M. | |
| I'm shovin' off like an ocean liner | |
| No one can rock the microphone finer | |
| East, west, north, | |
| South Carolina | |
| Alex and Vivian chillin' at | |
| Mel's Diner | |
| Off to China 'cause | |
| I got a show there | |
| Get my passport, then | |
| I'm gonna go there | |
| Who do I know there? | |
| I guess no one | |
| But I will have fun and | |
| I get the job done | |
| On the airplane, movin' like the | |
| Concord Come and join me, everybody on board | |
| You won't be bored with the stuff | |
| I'm pickin' up | |
| Watch me quicken up and with the pace, | |
| I pick it up | |
| Pick up the pace [Chorus] | |
| Second verse and never cursin' | |
| Rockin' the microphone with the style that | |
| I'm reherasin' | |
| In person, that means liver | |
| Swimmin' and slimmin' just like a deep sea diver | |
| I'll arrive, uh, just to go faster | |
| Grab the microphone and show that | |
| I am the master | |
| Of disaster, cookin' up a potion | |
| With the funky rhymes to put the people into motion | |
| Of the ocean, movin' like the water | |
| Here's the menu, go place your order | |
| It's a slaughter, a felony of chatter | |
| And pickin' up the pace is the subject matter [Chorus] | |
| Break it down | |
| Oh yes, I pick up the pace | |
| Take a look at the crowd and take a look at my face | |
| Listen to my rhyme and listen to them yell | |
| It's like a man in jail gettin' out of the cell | |
| I don't why they go by | |
| Weak names and swear that they're so fly | |
| They gotta try it again to rock the mic my friend | |
| Go from A to | |
| Z and from beginning to end | |
| Now I could go slower, like the other guys do | |
| But I ain't with it, that's what | |
| I'm tellin' you | |
| I think it's kind of stupid, | |
| I think it's a disgrace | |
| Instead of going slow they should be pickin' up the pace | |
| Like this | |
| Rock and roller | |
| Coca Cola | |
| Hot like soda | |
| Rollin' like a boulder | |
| Dancin', prancin', mic enhancin' | |
| Just give me a chance, and girls, | |
| I'm romancin' | |
| Understand it, underhanded | |
| Leavin' you stranded, runnin' like a bandit | |
| Yo, young money, in my hands you're putty | |
| I'm pickin' up the pace and rockin' the mic | |
| Yeah, buddy [Chorus] | |
| Pick up the pace |
| zuo ci : Dike, Young, Young M. | |
| I' m shovin' off like an ocean liner | |
| No one can rock the microphone finer | |
| East, west, north, | |
| South Carolina | |
| Alex and Vivian chillin' at | |
| Mel' s Diner | |
| Off to China ' cause | |
| I got a show there | |
| Get my passport, then | |
| I' m gonna go there | |
| Who do I know there? | |
| I guess no one | |
| But I will have fun and | |
| I get the job done | |
| On the airplane, movin' like the | |
| Concord Come and join me, everybody on board | |
| You won' t be bored with the stuff | |
| I' m pickin' up | |
| Watch me quicken up and with the pace, | |
| I pick it up | |
| Pick up the pace Chorus | |
| Second verse and never cursin' | |
| Rockin' the microphone with the style that | |
| I' m reherasin' | |
| In person, that means liver | |
| Swimmin' and slimmin' just like a deep sea diver | |
| I' ll arrive, uh, just to go faster | |
| Grab the microphone and show that | |
| I am the master | |
| Of disaster, cookin' up a potion | |
| With the funky rhymes to put the people into motion | |
| Of the ocean, movin' like the water | |
| Here' s the menu, go place your order | |
| It' s a slaughter, a felony of chatter | |
| And pickin' up the pace is the subject matter Chorus | |
| Break it down | |
| Oh yes, I pick up the pace | |
| Take a look at the crowd and take a look at my face | |
| Listen to my rhyme and listen to them yell | |
| It' s like a man in jail gettin' out of the cell | |
| I don' t why they go by | |
| Weak names and swear that they' re so fly | |
| They gotta try it again to rock the mic my friend | |
| Go from A to | |
| Z and from beginning to end | |
| Now I could go slower, like the other guys do | |
| But I ain' t with it, that' s what | |
| I' m tellin' you | |
| I think it' s kind of stupid, | |
| I think it' s a disgrace | |
| Instead of going slow they should be pickin' up the pace | |
| Like this | |
| Rock and roller | |
| Coca Cola | |
| Hot like soda | |
| Rollin' like a boulder | |
| Dancin', prancin', mic enhancin' | |
| Just give me a chance, and girls, | |
| I' m romancin' | |
| Understand it, underhanded | |
| Leavin' you stranded, runnin' like a bandit | |
| Yo, young money, in my hands you' re putty | |
| I' m pickin' up the pace and rockin' the mic | |
| Yeah, buddy Chorus | |
| Pick up the pace |
| zuò cí : Dike, Young, Young M. | |
| I' m shovin' off like an ocean liner | |
| No one can rock the microphone finer | |
| East, west, north, | |
| South Carolina | |
| Alex and Vivian chillin' at | |
| Mel' s Diner | |
| Off to China ' cause | |
| I got a show there | |
| Get my passport, then | |
| I' m gonna go there | |
| Who do I know there? | |
| I guess no one | |
| But I will have fun and | |
| I get the job done | |
| On the airplane, movin' like the | |
| Concord Come and join me, everybody on board | |
| You won' t be bored with the stuff | |
| I' m pickin' up | |
| Watch me quicken up and with the pace, | |
| I pick it up | |
| Pick up the pace Chorus | |
| Second verse and never cursin' | |
| Rockin' the microphone with the style that | |
| I' m reherasin' | |
| In person, that means liver | |
| Swimmin' and slimmin' just like a deep sea diver | |
| I' ll arrive, uh, just to go faster | |
| Grab the microphone and show that | |
| I am the master | |
| Of disaster, cookin' up a potion | |
| With the funky rhymes to put the people into motion | |
| Of the ocean, movin' like the water | |
| Here' s the menu, go place your order | |
| It' s a slaughter, a felony of chatter | |
| And pickin' up the pace is the subject matter Chorus | |
| Break it down | |
| Oh yes, I pick up the pace | |
| Take a look at the crowd and take a look at my face | |
| Listen to my rhyme and listen to them yell | |
| It' s like a man in jail gettin' out of the cell | |
| I don' t why they go by | |
| Weak names and swear that they' re so fly | |
| They gotta try it again to rock the mic my friend | |
| Go from A to | |
| Z and from beginning to end | |
| Now I could go slower, like the other guys do | |
| But I ain' t with it, that' s what | |
| I' m tellin' you | |
| I think it' s kind of stupid, | |
| I think it' s a disgrace | |
| Instead of going slow they should be pickin' up the pace | |
| Like this | |
| Rock and roller | |
| Coca Cola | |
| Hot like soda | |
| Rollin' like a boulder | |
| Dancin', prancin', mic enhancin' | |
| Just give me a chance, and girls, | |
| I' m romancin' | |
| Understand it, underhanded | |
| Leavin' you stranded, runnin' like a bandit | |
| Yo, young money, in my hands you' re putty | |
| I' m pickin' up the pace and rockin' the mic | |
| Yeah, buddy Chorus | |
| Pick up the pace |