作词 : Erick Sermon/Parrish Smith 作曲 : Erick Sermon/Parrish Smith [Hook] When one-two starts actin up Homey duck, homey duck, homey duck, homey duck BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude
[Verse One: Vic D] "One, two, three, four, five" Oh-six through oh-eight, this is oh-nine live And for the new year I pack a chrome fo'-five And keep it straight raw like Shady fo'-five It's I, youngest in charge, a.k.a. so fly Act up, I'm your neck like a ****in bowtie Back up, show respect to the newest multi- -million sold, and that's only in the N.Y. - OH! Get low when that kickback blow I put a X on you squares, call it tic-tac-toe {*click clack BLOW*} Put a lil' tag on his toe I call it yeast infection faggot how I get that dough So who want beef, and I'mma shoot it 'til my shooter come through Hop out the Cougar put a hole in your medullah It's mo' back at it I'm stoned like crack addicts Hocus pocus sayonara I'm gone - black magic
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[Verse Two: Erick Sermon] + (Parrish Smith) That EPMD we a hip-hop phenom' This style I birthed it, I am the mom The illest (Slow Flow) and the one-two (Without D.M.C. I'm who they Run to) Who they come to, to get their swag (I've been that little boy with the duffel bag) Ain't anything changed, keep cash bags with me (I'm a threat, so I keep trash bags with me) Okay! Dem lay, and if dey dumpin Double pumpin shotgun action, who's askin? YOUUUUUUUUUUUU~! (Can't be for real) (You eatin, but you ain't finish your meal) Uhh, I'm the blueprint for those who can't lose (I wrote them checks so I paid them dues) Yeah Sermon, who walked in my shoes? You better be Bigfoot (if not stay put)
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[Verse Three: Tre] So I'm the future of this music, bet your life on that Since construction paper and Crayolas I've been writin raps So don't confuse me with these bamas that, ain't got no talent And just all of a sudden up and decide to rap Ain't no disguisin that bullshit, they ride to that bullshit Who bought 'em that bullshit? Your mom and them? She probably mad, 'bout to whup your ass for not again But don't feel bad, you just tryin to win Talkin 'bout designers and your diamonds what you drivin in And you ain't even behind the wheel, go to the passenger side of it Tell me - why is that niggas do that? That nigga ain't do that He lyin, he ain't never lived through that Even people that know you hear you and be like "Who dat?" That nigga ain't do that (uh-uh, I don't believe him) I been knew that, been seen through that Hear you yappin 'bout some weight you never sold People you ain't never shoot at Take it down, let's see whatever fairy tales you bring back (You do got a good imagination though, I can tell you that) This force is all boss, to fakers of all fakers Just face it, you all talk and it's PHONY BABY
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作词 : Erick Sermon/Parrish Smith 作曲 : Erick Sermon/Parrish Smith [Hook] When one-two starts actin up Homey duck, homey duck, homey duck, homey duck BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude
[Verse One: Vic D] "One, two, three, four, five" Oh-six through oh-eight, this is oh-nine live And for the new year I pack a chrome fo'-five And keep it straight raw like Shady fo'-five It's I, youngest in charge, a.k.a. so fly Act up, I'm your neck like a ****in bowtie Back up, show respect to the newest multi- -million sold, and that's only in the N.Y. - OH! Get low when that kickback blow I put a X on you squares, call it tic-tac-toe {*click clack BLOW*} Put a lil' tag on his toe I call it yeast infection faggot how I get that dough So who want beef, and I'mma shoot it 'til my shooter come through Hop out the Cougar put a hole in your medullah It's mo' back at it I'm stoned like crack addicts Hocus pocus sayonara I'm gone - black magic
[Hook]
[Verse Two: Erick Sermon] + (Parrish Smith) That EPMD we a hip-hop phenom' This style I birthed it, I am the mom The illest (Slow Flow) and the one-two (Without D.M.C. I'm who they Run to) Who they come to, to get their swag (I've been that little boy with the duffel bag) Ain't anything changed, keep cash bags with me (I'm a threat, so I keep trash bags with me) Okay! Dem lay, and if dey dumpin Double pumpin shotgun action, who's askin? YOUUUUUUUUUUUU~! (Can't be for real) (You eatin, but you ain't finish your meal) Uhh, I'm the blueprint for those who can't lose (I wrote them checks so I paid them dues) Yeah Sermon, who walked in my shoes? You better be Bigfoot (if not stay put)
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[Verse Three: Tre] So I'm the future of this music, bet your life on that Since construction paper and Crayolas I've been writin raps So don't confuse me with these bamas that, ain't got no talent And just all of a sudden up and decide to rap Ain't no disguisin that bullshit, they ride to that bullshit Who bought 'em that bullshit? Your mom and them? She probably mad, 'bout to whup your ass for not again But don't feel bad, you just tryin to win Talkin 'bout designers and your diamonds what you drivin in And you ain't even behind the wheel, go to the passenger side of it Tell me - why is that niggas do that? That nigga ain't do that He lyin, he ain't never lived through that Even people that know you hear you and be like "Who dat?" That nigga ain't do that (uh-uh, I don't believe him) I been knew that, been seen through that Hear you yappin 'bout some weight you never sold People you ain't never shoot at Take it down, let's see whatever fairy tales you bring back (You do got a good imagination though, I can tell you that) This force is all boss, to fakers of all fakers Just face it, you all talk and it's PHONY BABY
