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作曲 : Dewgarde, Phillip, Williams, Yates |
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(* taken from album booklet) [ Steele ] |
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Feel this, feel this |
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Brooklyn's in the house |
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Brooklyn's in the house [ VERSE 1: Steele of Cocoa Brovas ] |
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S-T, Supreme |
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Teacher, read you like a preacher |
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Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether |
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My aura illuminates, removin the snakes who lay awake |
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Lovin to hate, but we still elevate |
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Massagin the brain, utilize the wisdom contained |
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Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain |
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Some nights |
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I walk with the understanding, build cypher |
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Like Charles |
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Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya |
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Ignite the marihuana, roll a cigar from |
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Havana Tony |
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Santana, smokin in the |
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Coco Cabana |
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Or in the sauna, after doing my calisthenics |
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Universal metrics, reversin the hex, cursin the sexist |
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Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons |
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Take my dog's suggestions when he told me keep my |
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Smith & Wesson |
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For protection, the streets is watching and they testin |
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They know when you're frontin and when you're representin [ CHORUS ] |
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It's not where you be or how you be |
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Or who you be or what you got |
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Unique sounds, grounds is hot |
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We comin through, we tidal waves in this rap ***********t |
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Now how you be, now who you be and where you be? [ VERSE 2: Afu-Ra ] |
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You wanna get with the brothers that's the illest? |
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The microphone have sex with my lyrics |
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Hit ***********t off, first move is doggy style |
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No premature ***********, last for a while |
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Flippin and turnin and splittin it, all type positions |
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Grabbin and tuggin and yokin it, all type of missions |
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Crazy - nah, |
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I'm not that type of brother |
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My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers |
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I heard you're drippin, your rap style got gonorrhea |
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Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo |
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Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos |
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I know you like it, |
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I do too, love the cheese, yo |
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But this is hip-hop, stop it, go make a porno |
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Not player-hatin, on the mic |
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I'm player-scrapin |
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Nobody seen it, whole eons change to zeniths |
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I bounce styles that's sexual, plus |
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I'm intellectual |
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Thoughts transverse to physical, |
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I keep it spiritual |
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I got the motts, you bust the dutch, |
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I got the hydro |
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I just sit back on tracks and let it flow [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Tek of Cocoa Brovas ] |
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I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me? |
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Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin a |
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Phonta leaf |
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You know it's beef when you gettin stomped losin teeth |
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Because you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street |
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You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops |
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Come to court every day, make sure a *********** get locked |
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But I thought you had that big |
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Glock that you bust a whole lot |
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Then why my ***********'s sittin up in that little cell block? |
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I'm tellin ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes |
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***********s who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes |
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Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth |
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Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house |
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Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees? |
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Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top |
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V's? You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin the *********** |
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When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six [ VERSE 4: Jahdan ] |
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Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones |
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Dem ah search dem |
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Seven Seas, dem ah throw stick and stone |
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M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone |
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Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown |
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Well some ah said dem ah star, dem love car |
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Dem at war, and a blur, dem nah really reach far |
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But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon |
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Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune |
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A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem |
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We gonna steer far from dem |
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I know that we are kings and we love nice things |
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But we not sell out fi no diamond ring |
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Yo, I got da |
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Lord in ah mi mind |
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So any which part mi come, mi ah go ***********ne |
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Trust me, we don't fear nothin |
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So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin |
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Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light |
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Jah control di better part of mi life |