Hey Look at Shorty 歌词
| 歌曲 | Hey Look at Shorty |
| 歌手 | Lord Finesse |
| 专辑 | Return of the Funky Man |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lord Finesse | |
| Yo finesse, c'mere | |
| [lf] yeah yeah, whassup? | |
| Why don't you tell this boy | |
| How you was back in the day with poetry | |
| [lord finesse] | |
| Yeah, check it out | |
| Let's go down a few years let's say way down | |
| When i used to lounge and say rhymes in the playground | |
| I'ma show you how i used to do things | |
| I was wearin pro keds with crazy fat shoestrings | |
| Even as a child, things didn't come easier | |
| I wrote rhymes, while other kids played ? ? ? | |
| I was set, determined to climb in rap | |
| Brothers got high - i didn't have time for that | |
| I was rowdy, i didn't say violent though | |
| Got my respect and props at the talent shows | |
| And at the jams and the parties i went to | |
| A-dults used to say, "yo shorty got potential" | |
| I stepped on the stage with authority and confindence | |
| Got claps and cheers, and plus stupid compliments | |
| I deep down felt, i needed no one's help | |
| To gain my wealth, so i went out for self | |
| None was never foolin me, brothers was cool with me | |
| My rap ingenuity i took to school with me | |
| So in high school, i admit, i could rhyme good | |
| Brothers got mad cause they couldn't flow like i could | |
| I was swift with this, so brothers couldn't get with this | |
| Niggaz was so weak on the mic, it was ridiculous | |
| You was stupid to try to step to run mine | |
| You usually got burnt and stomped durin lunchtime | |
| Cause i was able, to keep the rhyme stable | |
| And please the crowd while i was bangin on a table | |
| So as the days passed, and the months zoomed | |
| I was the funkiest rapper in the lunchroom | |
| I was funky the way i kicked and tell things | |
| Take on mc's, and stomp em before the bell rings | |
| Usin my blessings to take out contestants | |
| "was you nice on the mic?" stupid question | |
| So you know i was far from a wannabe | |
| Even doe pioneers used to front on me sayin | |
| "get from under the ropes shorty, you're not a known rhymer" | |
| Give me the mic and step off, you fuckin old timer | |
| And shut the hell up cause my skills are developed | |
| Funky for my age, but my head will never swell up | |
| I got mean on the scene, with a rougher rap | |
| And left brothers sayin, "who the fuck was that?" | |
| The new comer, i got plenty numbers | |
| I was the main event, at the jams every summer | |
| I was, short and sturdy, plus i used to rhyme dirty | |
| Get in trouble for stayin out after 9:30 | |
| I was a kid with a mic that was runnin shit | |
| Had to come back and take mine after punishment | |
| Cause when it came to rhymin, i was a hot beginner | |
| I used to take out and stomp all the top contenders | |
| The skills i had, i used to flip and flaunt | |
| I was servin brothers like i worked in a resteraunt | |
| I was the type, to spark and bomb troops | |
| Take on everybody and win except mom dukes | |
| I didn't need a 40, to prove i was naughty | |
| Cause even as a kid, people said, "look at shorty!" | |
| * cut and scratch "look at shorty!" - dj mike smooth * |
| zuo qu : Lord Finesse | |
| Yo finesse, c' mere | |
| lf yeah yeah, whassup? | |
| Why don' t you tell this boy | |
| How you was back in the day with poetry | |
| lord finesse | |
| Yeah, check it out | |
| Let' s go down a few years let' s say way down | |
| When i used to lounge and say rhymes in the playground | |
| I' ma show you how i used to do things | |
| I was wearin pro keds with crazy fat shoestrings | |
| Even as a child, things didn' t come easier | |
| I wrote rhymes, while other kids played ? ? ? | |
| I was set, determined to climb in rap | |
| Brothers got high i didn' t have time for that | |
| I was rowdy, i didn' t say violent though | |
| Got my respect and props at the talent shows | |
| And at the jams and the parties i went to | |
| Adults used to say, " yo shorty got potential" | |
| I stepped on the stage with authority and confindence | |
| Got claps and cheers, and plus stupid compliments | |
| I deep down felt, i needed no one' s help | |
| To gain my wealth, so i went out for self | |
| None was never foolin me, brothers was cool with me | |
| My rap ingenuity i took to school with me | |
| So in high school, i admit, i could rhyme good | |
| Brothers got mad cause they couldn' t flow like i could | |
| I was swift with this, so brothers couldn' t get with this | |
| Niggaz was so weak on the mic, it was ridiculous | |
| You was stupid to try to step to run mine | |
| You usually got burnt and stomped durin lunchtime | |
| Cause i was able, to keep the rhyme stable | |
| And please the crowd while i was bangin on a table | |
| So as the days passed, and the months zoomed | |
| I was the funkiest rapper in the lunchroom | |
| I was funky the way i kicked and tell things | |
| Take on mc' s, and stomp em before the bell rings | |
| Usin my blessings to take out contestants | |
| " was you nice on the mic?" stupid question | |
| So you know i was far from a wannabe | |
| Even doe pioneers used to front on me sayin | |
| " get from under the ropes shorty, you' re not a known rhymer" | |
| Give me the mic and step off, you fuckin old timer | |
| And shut the hell up cause my skills are developed | |
| Funky for my age, but my head will never swell up | |
| I got mean on the scene, with a rougher rap | |
| And left brothers sayin, " who the fuck was that?" | |
| The new comer, i got plenty numbers | |
| I was the main event, at the jams every summer | |
| I was, short and sturdy, plus i used to rhyme dirty | |
| Get in trouble for stayin out after 9: 30 | |
| I was a kid with a mic that was runnin shit | |
| Had to come back and take mine after punishment | |
| Cause when it came to rhymin, i was a hot beginner | |
| I used to take out and stomp all the top contenders | |
| The skills i had, i used to flip and flaunt | |
| I was servin brothers like i worked in a resteraunt | |
| I was the type, to spark and bomb troops | |
| Take on everybody and win except mom dukes | |
| I didn' t need a 40, to prove i was naughty | |
| Cause even as a kid, people said, " look at shorty!" | |
| cut and scratch " look at shorty!" dj mike smooth |
| zuò qǔ : Lord Finesse | |
| Yo finesse, c' mere | |
| lf yeah yeah, whassup? | |
| Why don' t you tell this boy | |
| How you was back in the day with poetry | |
| lord finesse | |
| Yeah, check it out | |
| Let' s go down a few years let' s say way down | |
| When i used to lounge and say rhymes in the playground | |
| I' ma show you how i used to do things | |
| I was wearin pro keds with crazy fat shoestrings | |
| Even as a child, things didn' t come easier | |
| I wrote rhymes, while other kids played ? ? ? | |
| I was set, determined to climb in rap | |
| Brothers got high i didn' t have time for that | |
| I was rowdy, i didn' t say violent though | |
| Got my respect and props at the talent shows | |
| And at the jams and the parties i went to | |
| Adults used to say, " yo shorty got potential" | |
| I stepped on the stage with authority and confindence | |
| Got claps and cheers, and plus stupid compliments | |
| I deep down felt, i needed no one' s help | |
| To gain my wealth, so i went out for self | |
| None was never foolin me, brothers was cool with me | |
| My rap ingenuity i took to school with me | |
| So in high school, i admit, i could rhyme good | |
| Brothers got mad cause they couldn' t flow like i could | |
| I was swift with this, so brothers couldn' t get with this | |
| Niggaz was so weak on the mic, it was ridiculous | |
| You was stupid to try to step to run mine | |
| You usually got burnt and stomped durin lunchtime | |
| Cause i was able, to keep the rhyme stable | |
| And please the crowd while i was bangin on a table | |
| So as the days passed, and the months zoomed | |
| I was the funkiest rapper in the lunchroom | |
| I was funky the way i kicked and tell things | |
| Take on mc' s, and stomp em before the bell rings | |
| Usin my blessings to take out contestants | |
| " was you nice on the mic?" stupid question | |
| So you know i was far from a wannabe | |
| Even doe pioneers used to front on me sayin | |
| " get from under the ropes shorty, you' re not a known rhymer" | |
| Give me the mic and step off, you fuckin old timer | |
| And shut the hell up cause my skills are developed | |
| Funky for my age, but my head will never swell up | |
| I got mean on the scene, with a rougher rap | |
| And left brothers sayin, " who the fuck was that?" | |
| The new comer, i got plenty numbers | |
| I was the main event, at the jams every summer | |
| I was, short and sturdy, plus i used to rhyme dirty | |
| Get in trouble for stayin out after 9: 30 | |
| I was a kid with a mic that was runnin shit | |
| Had to come back and take mine after punishment | |
| Cause when it came to rhymin, i was a hot beginner | |
| I used to take out and stomp all the top contenders | |
| The skills i had, i used to flip and flaunt | |
| I was servin brothers like i worked in a resteraunt | |
| I was the type, to spark and bomb troops | |
| Take on everybody and win except mom dukes | |
| I didn' t need a 40, to prove i was naughty | |
| Cause even as a kid, people said, " look at shorty!" | |
| cut and scratch " look at shorty!" dj mike smooth |
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