Brothers on My Jock Lyrics
| Song | Brothers on My Jock |
| Artist | EPMD |
| Album | Business as Usual |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sermon, Smith | |
| Chorus: Parrish | |
| Smith (from 'So What Cha Sayin') | |
| Brothers on my jock for the way | |
| I hold a piece of steel (4x) | |
| So what cha saying | |
| Verse One: | |
| Redman I go wild as | |
| I sip from a cold | |
| Lowenbrau | |
| Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder | |
| Boom, did the bassline crank | |
| From being rated | |
| R, from being top rank | |
| I'm hard like an erection | |
| Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections | |
| So I grab a pen and pad, | |
| I'm back to make a killer, similar to a backstab | |
| Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane | |
| If I'm booty, then | |
| I've been framed | |
| By an MC, who can't be the | |
| R-E-D Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy | |
| By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises | |
| Or ask for | |
| Mayday, Mayday | |
| For H-E-L- | |
| P, brothers tell me | |
| I'm electrifyin, similar to round three | |
| I don't brag and boast but smash and roast | |
| MC's wit degrees from here to the | |
| West Coast | |
| I'm miracle wit no abrakadaba | |
| Piece of membranes will smash like crackers | |
| Were they | |
| Ritz, Saltine, or | |
| Town House | |
| None of the above get caught wit the roundhouse | |
| Kick, blackflip, semifull | |
| My vocal chord prove my pull ain't bull | |
| I'm down wit the | |
| Squad, no more than four to five brothers | |
| Six or more, you seen got smothered | |
| By a fist of fury, next is the verdict | |
| Let's hear it from the jury | |
| Chorus Verse | |
| Two: PMD I'm a nightmare to rappers, terror to an | |
| MC Cold wreck the nigga wit the help of | |
| E-D Aggravation, don't need it, so get off my dick | |
| Master of disaster, no time for flicks | |
| Straight up b-boy, | |
| Real McCoy like | |
| Bruce Leroy | |
| Strap the bozack when | |
| I'm stabbin a skeezoid | |
| Gangsta rap, it's | |
| Daddy Mack wit a bozack | |
| Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack | |
| So swing low and lick up balls | |
| I'm like Scharzenegger, correcting shit in | |
| Total Re- call up | |
| E-D and the posse that's ten deep | |
| To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin | |
| MC So step off cause you gets no props | |
| So stick the fork in him, | |
| Redman (why) cause he's done | |
| Chorus Verse | |
| Three: Erick | |
| Sermon I'm | |
| E-D, I belong wit the | |
| A-Team A one man wreckin machine, by all means | |
| Necessary, | |
| I destroyed on contact | |
| No fear, of getting killed cause | |
| I'm strapped | |
| The Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet to creep, on my crew so you don't sleep | |
| My mic is caffeine, similar to | |
| Maxwell Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well | |
| And you might get scared and spark a stove | |
| Cause I pack steel but | |
| Hold On like | |
| En Vogue My swiftness, | |
| I got a gift not for | |
| Christmas | |
| God bless, mmm-hmm, can | |
| I get a witness | |
| I'm fresh like a bag of | |
| Chips Ahoy | |
| No toy, I'm a hardcore b-boy | |
| Once again, | |
| I quote, I'm danger | |
| I smoked Smokey the | |
| Bear and killed the forest ranger | |
| Poof, the fire's out and | |
| I'm gone Peace to | |
| Mandela and | |
| Farrakhan | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Sermon, Smith | |
| Chorus: Parrish | |
| Smith from ' So What Cha Sayin' | |
| Brothers on my jock for the way | |
| I hold a piece of steel 4x | |
| So what cha saying | |
| Verse One: | |
| Redman I go wild as | |
| I sip from a cold | |
| Lowenbrau | |
| Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder | |
| Boom, did the bassline crank | |
| From being rated | |
| R, from being top rank | |
| I' m hard like an erection | |
| Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections | |
| So I grab a pen and pad, | |
| I' m back to make a killer, similar to a backstab | |
| Don' t arrest me, arrest my brain, it' s insane | |
| If I' m booty, then | |
| I' ve been framed | |
| By an MC, who can' t be the | |
| RED Fuck wit me, you' ll get slapped up and capped up easy | |
| By me and a treeight pistol, so vacate the premises | |
| Or ask for | |
| Mayday, Mayday | |
| For HEL | |
| P, brothers tell me | |
| I' m electrifyin, similar to round three | |
| I don' t brag and boast but smash and roast | |
| MC' s wit degrees from here to the | |
| West Coast | |
| I' m miracle wit no abrakadaba | |
| Piece of membranes will smash like crackers | |
| Were they | |
| Ritz, Saltine, or | |
| Town House | |
| None of the above get caught wit the roundhouse | |
| Kick, blackflip, semifull | |
| My vocal chord prove my pull ain' t bull | |
| I' m down wit the | |
| Squad, no more than four to five brothers | |
| Six or more, you seen got smothered | |
| By a fist of fury, next is the verdict | |
| Let' s hear it from the jury | |
| Chorus Verse | |
| Two: PMD I' m a nightmare to rappers, terror to an | |
| MC Cold wreck the nigga wit the help of | |
| ED Aggravation, don' t need it, so get off my dick | |
| Master of disaster, no time for flicks | |
| Straight up bboy, | |
| Real McCoy like | |
| Bruce Leroy | |
| Strap the bozack when | |
| I' m stabbin a skeezoid | |
| Gangsta rap, it' s | |
| Daddy Mack wit a bozack | |
| Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack | |
| So swing low and lick up balls | |
| I' m like Scharzenegger, correcting shit in | |
| Total Re call up | |
| ED and the posse that' s ten deep | |
| To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin | |
| MC So step off cause you gets no props | |
| So stick the fork in him, | |
| Redman why cause he' s done | |
| Chorus Verse | |
| Three: Erick | |
| Sermon I' m | |
| ED, I belong wit the | |
| ATeam A one man wreckin machine, by all means | |
| Necessary, | |
| I destroyed on contact | |
| No fear, of getting killed cause | |
| I' m strapped | |
| The Hit Squad' s deep, making it sweet to creep, on my crew so you don' t sleep | |
| My mic is caffeine, similar to | |
| Maxwell Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well | |
| And you might get scared and spark a stove | |
| Cause I pack steel but | |
| Hold On like | |
| En Vogue My swiftness, | |
| I got a gift not for | |
| Christmas | |
| God bless, mmmhmm, can | |
| I get a witness | |
| I' m fresh like a bag of | |
| Chips Ahoy | |
| No toy, I' m a hardcore bboy | |
| Once again, | |
| I quote, I' m danger | |
| I smoked Smokey the | |
| Bear and killed the forest ranger | |
| Poof, the fire' s out and | |
| I' m gone Peace to | |
| Mandela and | |
| Farrakhan | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Sermon, Smith | |
| Chorus: Parrish | |
| Smith from ' So What Cha Sayin' | |
| Brothers on my jock for the way | |
| I hold a piece of steel 4x | |
| So what cha saying | |
| Verse One: | |
| Redman I go wild as | |
| I sip from a cold | |
| Lowenbrau | |
| Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder | |
| Boom, did the bassline crank | |
| From being rated | |
| R, from being top rank | |
| I' m hard like an erection | |
| Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections | |
| So I grab a pen and pad, | |
| I' m back to make a killer, similar to a backstab | |
| Don' t arrest me, arrest my brain, it' s insane | |
| If I' m booty, then | |
| I' ve been framed | |
| By an MC, who can' t be the | |
| RED Fuck wit me, you' ll get slapped up and capped up easy | |
| By me and a treeight pistol, so vacate the premises | |
| Or ask for | |
| Mayday, Mayday | |
| For HEL | |
| P, brothers tell me | |
| I' m electrifyin, similar to round three | |
| I don' t brag and boast but smash and roast | |
| MC' s wit degrees from here to the | |
| West Coast | |
| I' m miracle wit no abrakadaba | |
| Piece of membranes will smash like crackers | |
| Were they | |
| Ritz, Saltine, or | |
| Town House | |
| None of the above get caught wit the roundhouse | |
| Kick, blackflip, semifull | |
| My vocal chord prove my pull ain' t bull | |
| I' m down wit the | |
| Squad, no more than four to five brothers | |
| Six or more, you seen got smothered | |
| By a fist of fury, next is the verdict | |
| Let' s hear it from the jury | |
| Chorus Verse | |
| Two: PMD I' m a nightmare to rappers, terror to an | |
| MC Cold wreck the nigga wit the help of | |
| ED Aggravation, don' t need it, so get off my dick | |
| Master of disaster, no time for flicks | |
| Straight up bboy, | |
| Real McCoy like | |
| Bruce Leroy | |
| Strap the bozack when | |
| I' m stabbin a skeezoid | |
| Gangsta rap, it' s | |
| Daddy Mack wit a bozack | |
| Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack | |
| So swing low and lick up balls | |
| I' m like Scharzenegger, correcting shit in | |
| Total Re call up | |
| ED and the posse that' s ten deep | |
| To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin | |
| MC So step off cause you gets no props | |
| So stick the fork in him, | |
| Redman why cause he' s done | |
| Chorus Verse | |
| Three: Erick | |
| Sermon I' m | |
| ED, I belong wit the | |
| ATeam A one man wreckin machine, by all means | |
| Necessary, | |
| I destroyed on contact | |
| No fear, of getting killed cause | |
| I' m strapped | |
| The Hit Squad' s deep, making it sweet to creep, on my crew so you don' t sleep | |
| My mic is caffeine, similar to | |
| Maxwell Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well | |
| And you might get scared and spark a stove | |
| Cause I pack steel but | |
| Hold On like | |
| En Vogue My swiftness, | |
| I got a gift not for | |
| Christmas | |
| God bless, mmmhmm, can | |
| I get a witness | |
| I' m fresh like a bag of | |
| Chips Ahoy | |
| No toy, I' m a hardcore bboy | |
| Once again, | |
| I quote, I' m danger | |
| I smoked Smokey the | |
| Bear and killed the forest ranger | |
| Poof, the fire' s out and | |
| I' m gone Peace to | |
| Mandela and | |
| Farrakhan | |
| Chorus |
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