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作词 : DJ Tiné Tim |
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[Chorus]Ya feel dat? (HO!) |
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Ya see dat? (HO!) |
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Ya hear dat? (HO!) |
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You believe dat? (HO!) |
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Ya follow dat? (HO!) |
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Could it be dat? (HO!) |
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Ya follow dat? (HO!) |
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Can you believe dat? (HO!) |
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Ya hear dat? (HO!) |
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Ya see dat? (HO!) |
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You believe dat? (HO!) |
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You can feel dat (HO!) |
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Ya follow dat? (HO!) |
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You believe dat? (HO!) |
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Ya see dat? (HO!)[Verse One] |
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Show me an |
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MC that think he's too hot |
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Bring him to |
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KRS-One, I'll show him he's |
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NOTBlowin the whole spot up when |
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I spit upKnowledge |
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Reigns Supreme, when |
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I walk past, get up |
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My wrists ain't lit up! |
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I don't even live that life |
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Gold, diamonds, platinum, |
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I give to my wife - you see |
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Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine |
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You got it, |
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FINE - but what about that rhyme? |
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Can you rhyme? |
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Can you spit it quicklike watermelon pits at a picnic? |
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Ha!Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? |
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Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? |
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LET'S GO![Chorus] w/ variations[Verse Two] |
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I write my own books like |
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I write my own hooks |
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Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook |
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They don't look here cause |
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KRS is BOO |
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M!Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms |
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Yo, get away from me |
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You got a million dollar video but |
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I'M the one they wanna see |
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The capital |
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E-M-C-E-EA repitition of words, |
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I been divorced |
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MelodieI'm out, confident, no doubt |
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I get what |
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I gotta get when |
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I spit I don't shout |
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This New Yorker, |
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Kris Parker's a quick talker |
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You can get what |
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I spit or get the klik-klocker |
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Overseas I got the breeze as a hip-hopper |
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Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper |
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Street doctor, |
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I'm +Brown+ and + |
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Foxy+ like the + |
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Ill Nana+Whoever you think is hot, |
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I'm hotter[Chorus] w/ variations[Verse Three] |
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RADIO! These suckers never play meor |
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Chuck - but do you think we really give a... |
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Southside, |
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Westside, |
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Eastside, |
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NorthI spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off |
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I come from that place where you cats can't face |
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Where cops can't chase or invade my space |
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We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place |
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Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste |
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Hoes we don't chase or kiss, they know they placewith |
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Kris or Christ, they'll lose their life |
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You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife |
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But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife |
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Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clearsyou'll be like, |
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God damn - who was that? |
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Loosen that noose around your neck and back |
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Embarassin blacks, ain't no respect in that![Chorus] w/ variations[KRS-One] |
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Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) |
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Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) |
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Yo, all my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) |
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Yo, yo, all my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) |
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Yo, we out! |