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  • 作词 : Givens, Henderson, Macfadden ...
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
    What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    Three, four, tear down the door
    And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
    What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    Three, four, tear down the door
    And give the party people what they came here for
    Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central
    Ghetto hip-hop, nonstop fundamental
    Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging
    Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon
    I keep it working for certain, close curtains
    Renegade bought up a troop when I'm dispursing
    That body rock moving, ghetto baby music
    We eat together with the inner city coolness
    Yo (Who's this?) Slicing a rhyme in square bits
    Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits
    It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news
    And changing your bathroom if you thinking that cash rules
    Oooh, pumpernickle blow words like snot speckles
    When shots echo, some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl
    Like Don Rickles, I'm kicking rhymes that stop heckles
    Correcting all them bumbaclot specials
    Yeah, I got my mind on my money for those that comprehend
    And my money on whatever I think I look fresh in
    Questions, is he stepping authentic?
    Controller of the panic, break a senate lieutenant
    Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments
    Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed
    Whether last or first, or bottom or top
    Now is it "Stop hip-hop" or "Hip-hop don't stop?"
    You need to protect your neck
    You the kind of brother who be chasing checks
    Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect
    Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker
    Break and MC down, like my name was Dr. Shrinker
    Passion fake MC's, wearing mink MC's
    On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's

    Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak MC's
    Cause half the **** you kicking sounding weak MC's
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
    What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    Three, four, tear down the door
    And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
    What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    Three, four, tear down the door
    And give the party people what they came here for
    I razor sharp with mindset, sunset til sun
    And I admit, I used to bite people's **** when I was young
    Back in 83rd, before my style was preferred
    Now my connectionw with the word is preferred
    Primo, my AC, 310
    The first confidential, inscribed my initial
    The Z double A K-I and R
    Submerge in submarine words near and far
    Cause I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
    And I'm a diss any ***** that sounds like me
    Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel the flavor at ease
    Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's
    They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity
    Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability
    Keep the biters on lock, rock no silk
    Still shock, rhyme around the clock
    From dawn to dusk, my raps is Mack Truck
    You schmucks is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck
    Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm cold stone lampin
    High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
    The champion, fly ****, the anthem
    5'11" with dark skin and tantrum
    Handsome never, not even as a kid
    The girls used to say "Oh his nose is too big"
    Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues, you'll never refuse ****
    The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood
    I'm shrinking you rap characters into die-cast minitures
    I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes while my rhymes harass senators
    Through TV monitors, brains and glass dinner jaws
    Verbal vinegar for you biters down at the salad bar
    The combat that's making your mom mad
    I'm feeling a congrat for burning his mom bad
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
    What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    Three, four, tear down the door
    And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
    What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    Three, four, tear down the door
    And give the party people what they came here for
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Givens, Henderson, Macfadden ...
    [00:16.30]One, two, Jurassic Crew
    [00:18.42]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    [00:20.79]Three, four, tear down the door
    [00:23.35]And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
    [00:26.78]One, two, Jurassic Crew
    [00:27.85]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    [00:31.27]Three, four, tear down the door
    [00:33.65]And give the party people what they came here for
    [00:36.21]Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central
    [00:38.20]Ghetto hip-hop, nonstop fundamental
    [00:41.26]Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging
    [00:44.13]Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon
    [00:46.88]I keep it working for certain, close curtains
    [00:49.18]Renegade bought up a troop when I'm dispursing
    [00:51.80]That body rock moving, ghetto baby music
    [00:54.49]We eat together with the inner city coolness
    [00:57.06]Yo (Who's this?) Slicing a rhyme in square bits
    [00:59.61]Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits
    [01:02.10]It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news
    [01:04.73]And changing your bathroom if you thinking that cash rules
    [01:07.03]Oooh, pumpernickle blow words like snot speckles
    [01:09.91]When shots echo, some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl
    [01:12.21]Like Don Rickles, I'm kicking rhymes that stop heckles
    [01:14.77]Correcting all them bumbaclot specials
    [01:15.95]Yeah, I got my mind on my money for those that comprehend
    [01:19.52]And my money on whatever I think I look fresh in
    [01:22.44]Questions, is he stepping authentic?
    [01:24.13]Controller of the panic, break a senate lieutenant
    [01:27.88]Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments
    [01:29.56]Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed
    [01:32.56]Whether last or first, or bottom or top
    [01:35.36]Now is it "Stop hip-hop" or "Hip-hop don't stop?"
    [01:38.30]You need to protect your neck
    [01:39.54]You the kind of brother who be chasing checks
    [01:41.16]Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect
    [01:44.54]Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker
    [01:46.03]Break and MC down, like my name was Dr. Shrinker
    [01:48.34]Passion fake MC's, wearing mink MC's
    [01:49.84]On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's
    [01:52.27]
    [01:53.58]Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak MC's
    [01:56.02]Cause half the **** you kicking sounding weak MC's
    [01:58.76]One, two, Jurassic Crew
    [02:01.58]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    [02:04.02]Three, four, tear down the door
    [02:06.63]And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
    [02:09.81]One, two, Jurassic Crew
    [02:12.12]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    [02:14.37]Three, four, tear down the door
    [02:16.93]And give the party people what they came here for
    [02:19.61]I razor sharp with mindset, sunset til sun
    [02:22.23]And I admit, I used to bite people's **** when I was young
    [02:25.04]Back in 83rd, before my style was preferred
    [02:26.84]Now my connectionw with the word is preferred
    [02:29.22]Primo, my AC, 310
    [02:32.53]The first confidential, inscribed my initial
    [02:34.27]The Z double A K-I and R
    [02:37.27]Submerge in submarine words near and far
    [02:40.08]Cause I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
    [02:42.70]And I'm a diss any ***** that sounds like me
    [02:44.69]Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel the flavor at ease
    [02:46.69]Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's
    [02:48.25]They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity
    [02:53.12]Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability
    [02:55.75]Keep the biters on lock, rock no silk
    [02:58.43]Still shock, rhyme around the clock
    [03:00.93]From dawn to dusk, my raps is Mack Truck
    [03:03.54]You schmucks is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck
    [03:06.10]Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm cold stone lampin
    [03:08.54]High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
    [03:11.16]The champion, fly ****, the anthem
    [03:13.27]5'11" with dark skin and tantrum
    [03:16.40]Handsome never, not even as a kid
    [03:18.95]The girls used to say "Oh his nose is too big"
    [03:22.02]Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues, you'll never refuse ****
    [03:24.44]The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood
    [03:25.82]I'm shrinking you rap characters into die-cast minitures
    [03:28.38]I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes while my rhymes harass senators
    [03:32.57]Through TV monitors, brains and glass dinner jaws
    [03:34.63]Verbal vinegar for you biters down at the salad bar
    [03:37.44]The combat that's making your mom mad
    [03:39.18]I'm feeling a congrat for burning his mom bad
    [03:41.93]One, two, Jurassic Crew
    [03:44.86]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    [03:47.42]Three, four, tear down the door
    [03:50.24]And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
    [03:53.48]One, two, Jurassic Crew
    [03:55.16]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
    [03:57.72]Three, four, tear down the door
    [04:00.34]And give the party people what they came here for