歌曲 | Please Listen To My Demo |
歌手 | EPMD |
专辑 | Unfinished Business (Explicit) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sermon, Smith | |
[Dub] Yo whassup P? | |
[PMD] Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch | |
and my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop | |
our demo and everybody was dishin, youknowhatI'msayin? | |
[Dub] Yo P tell em whassup man | |
[Verse One: Parrish Smith] | |
We was coolin in my car one day you see | |
Clockin a double nickel on the L-I E | |
When it dawned on us that it was, ten o'clock | |
Turned on the tunes to hear the DJ's rock | |
The hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin | |
E and I was coolin, with his mans, he was snappin | |
In and out of fantasies on how large we can get | |
Coolin in rocks and Benzes with the ground effect kits | |
I wanted black, E was on the two-tone | |
Stupid boomin system with the hands-free phone | |
The dream gets better and I would like to go on | |
but I was brought back to reality by a toot of a horn | |
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed | |
On the way to shop our demo and the car overheated | |
Feelin real low, low enough to die | |
Holdin up traffic, on the FDR drive | |
We had to play ourselves, in the fresh dipped gear | |
E Double had to push while MD steered | |
There went our dreams, to cruise in golden limos | |
And all we kept sayin was please listen to my demo | |
Please listen to my demo [x3] | |
Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo | |
[Verse Two: Erick Sermon] | |
In the year eighty-seven when we first took off | |
when I jumped to P-6-8 and broke North | |
Walkin the big city streets of Manhattan | |
Buildings, whole nine yards, so enchantin | |
Thinkin if we got a chance, we could rock it | |
Funky fresh demo tape in my pocket | |
We was walkin, and got dissed twice today | |
Then we stopped at 1974 Broadway | |
We walked in with grins on our chins | |
And P had juice from Mr. Virgo Simms | |
He played the tape and we started to laugh | |
Played ?if it was sock? and they swoop and backstab | |
People start to smile inside we buckwhylin | |
Sayin this all started back from freestylin | |
They liked it, and they were very kind | |
But me and P was like, "Yo E, where do we sign?" | |
Went in the backroom, things was luvy duvy | |
Met Ron Resnick, and his partner Juggy | |
Things was cool, as I remembered | |
We signed the dotted line, now we Fresh Record members | |
Had dreams, of fancy cars and limos | |
And I wanted was somebody, to listen to my demo | |
Please listen to my demo [x3] | |
Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo | |
Please listen to my demo [x2] |
zuo ci : Sermon, Smith | |
Dub Yo whassup P? | |
PMD Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch | |
and my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop | |
our demo and everybody was dishin, youknowhatI' msayin? | |
Dub Yo P tell em whassup man | |
Verse One: Parrish Smith | |
We was coolin in my car one day you see | |
Clockin a double nickel on the LI E | |
When it dawned on us that it was, ten o' clock | |
Turned on the tunes to hear the DJ' s rock | |
The hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin | |
E and I was coolin, with his mans, he was snappin | |
In and out of fantasies on how large we can get | |
Coolin in rocks and Benzes with the ground effect kits | |
I wanted black, E was on the twotone | |
Stupid boomin system with the handsfree phone | |
The dream gets better and I would like to go on | |
but I was brought back to reality by a toot of a horn | |
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed | |
On the way to shop our demo and the car overheated | |
Feelin real low, low enough to die | |
Holdin up traffic, on the FDR drive | |
We had to play ourselves, in the fresh dipped gear | |
E Double had to push while MD steered | |
There went our dreams, to cruise in golden limos | |
And all we kept sayin was please listen to my demo | |
Please listen to my demo x3 | |
Pleasepleasepleasepleplease listen to my demo | |
Verse Two: Erick Sermon | |
In the year eightyseven when we first took off | |
when I jumped to P68 and broke North | |
Walkin the big city streets of Manhattan | |
Buildings, whole nine yards, so enchantin | |
Thinkin if we got a chance, we could rock it | |
Funky fresh demo tape in my pocket | |
We was walkin, and got dissed twice today | |
Then we stopped at 1974 Broadway | |
We walked in with grins on our chins | |
And P had juice from Mr. Virgo Simms | |
He played the tape and we started to laugh | |
Played nbsp? if it was sock? and they swoop and backstab | |
People start to smile inside we buckwhylin | |
Sayin this all started back from freestylin | |
They liked it, and they were very kind | |
But me and P was like, " Yo E, where do we sign?" | |
Went in the backroom, things was luvy duvy | |
Met Ron Resnick, and his partner Juggy | |
Things was cool, as I remembered | |
We signed the dotted line, now we Fresh Record members | |
Had dreams, of fancy cars and limos | |
And I wanted was somebody, to listen to my demo | |
Please listen to my demo x3 | |
Pleasepleasepleasepleplease listen to my demo | |
Please listen to my demo x2 |
zuò cí : Sermon, Smith | |
Dub Yo whassup P? | |
PMD Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch | |
and my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop | |
our demo and everybody was dishin, youknowhatI' msayin? | |
Dub Yo P tell em whassup man | |
Verse One: Parrish Smith | |
We was coolin in my car one day you see | |
Clockin a double nickel on the LI E | |
When it dawned on us that it was, ten o' clock | |
Turned on the tunes to hear the DJ' s rock | |
The hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin | |
E and I was coolin, with his mans, he was snappin | |
In and out of fantasies on how large we can get | |
Coolin in rocks and Benzes with the ground effect kits | |
I wanted black, E was on the twotone | |
Stupid boomin system with the handsfree phone | |
The dream gets better and I would like to go on | |
but I was brought back to reality by a toot of a horn | |
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed | |
On the way to shop our demo and the car overheated | |
Feelin real low, low enough to die | |
Holdin up traffic, on the FDR drive | |
We had to play ourselves, in the fresh dipped gear | |
E Double had to push while MD steered | |
There went our dreams, to cruise in golden limos | |
And all we kept sayin was please listen to my demo | |
Please listen to my demo x3 | |
Pleasepleasepleasepleplease listen to my demo | |
Verse Two: Erick Sermon | |
In the year eightyseven when we first took off | |
when I jumped to P68 and broke North | |
Walkin the big city streets of Manhattan | |
Buildings, whole nine yards, so enchantin | |
Thinkin if we got a chance, we could rock it | |
Funky fresh demo tape in my pocket | |
We was walkin, and got dissed twice today | |
Then we stopped at 1974 Broadway | |
We walked in with grins on our chins | |
And P had juice from Mr. Virgo Simms | |
He played the tape and we started to laugh | |
Played nbsp? if it was sock? and they swoop and backstab | |
People start to smile inside we buckwhylin | |
Sayin this all started back from freestylin | |
They liked it, and they were very kind | |
But me and P was like, " Yo E, where do we sign?" | |
Went in the backroom, things was luvy duvy | |
Met Ron Resnick, and his partner Juggy | |
Things was cool, as I remembered | |
We signed the dotted line, now we Fresh Record members | |
Had dreams, of fancy cars and limos | |
And I wanted was somebody, to listen to my demo | |
Please listen to my demo x3 | |
Pleasepleasepleasepleplease listen to my demo | |
Please listen to my demo x2 |