歌曲 | Bronx Tale |
歌手 | Fat Joe |
专辑 | Jealous One's Envy |
作词 : Diamond D, Fat Joe, KRS One ... | |
Intro:krs-one | |
Music please | |
Yes, welcome to jealous one's envy | |
We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product | |
It is a relativity records product, artist fat joe | |
My name is krs-one | |
And of course we're gonna bring the noise | |
Cause we can never be toys | |
Verse one: krs-one, fat joe | |
Yes i am the ultimate, uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it | |
It appears to me you don't know who you ****** with | |
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local | |
Can't hang with my vocals, better you ************* with sonny bono | |
Or yoko ono, but krs oh no no | |
You might think you a rotc but i don't give a ************* though | |
I'm rolling hard like god for the squad black | |
Packin them poppers *************, where that money be at? | |
Aiyyo i be the show stopper, as i *************ne like gold | |
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake ************* dropper | |
Which borough, is the thorough | |
I know, do you know, let me know i'm sayin though | |
The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors | |
Don't get caught up in my sector, or i'ma haveta inject ya | |
With a slab of this lyrical ****** *************t | |
Fake mc's and wannabe's best to quote this | |
Fat joe the true and living will prevail | |
Kingpin like sonny up in bronx tale | |
Will i fail? i doubt it | |
I'm the ************* catchin bodies, while other *************z fantasize about it | |
True indeed, behind my back mc's claim they can serve me | |
In my face they screaming "we're not worthy!" | |
Youse a has been, actually you ain't been | |
I be touring, while you be home taping | |
So what punk, you could battle in a second | |
Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record | |
You claim i'm jocking, claim i'm on your *************, where's your witnesses? | |
If i'm on your ************* my name has got to be syphillis | |
Chorus: | |
"if you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - jeru | |
"up up up and away cuz i don't play clown" - kool g rap | |
"if you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - jeru | |
"buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down" - kool g rap | |
Verse two: fat joe | |
As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it ****** up | |
We be the kings of the boogie down | |
All we do is spark izm and get cash | |
Tortuing mc's like that warden up in alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!) | |
It's fat joe, yo you know my steelo | |
Get so much love, i'm payin sixteen on a kilo | |
Sendin *************z outta town, still got control of the boogie down | |
Now how the ************* you sound? (yeahhh) | |
Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me | |
C'mon g you clowns ain't got a ******g thing on me | |
I'm flashy like white linen (tell em) | |
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning | |
I'm down with kris and ain't no stopping me | |
I'm out for bronx and monopoly with chicks on top of me | |
It's my philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor | |
Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator | |
These mother******s don't want it | |
(word to mother joe, these *************z don't want it!) | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: krs-one | |
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy | |
My style is too curvy, what you tellin me | |
But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find i'm your boss | |
With krs-one up in your memory | |
I know your kind, you rap write | |
You're mr. john gotti the don, but you're just another bwotty mon | |
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect | |
Rap magazine dating back to, tougher than leather | |
The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection | |
Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together | |
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say | |
When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead? | |
Your file is dead, kneel to the rap god in bed | |
Fore i slap you way back in the dayz like ahmad | |
Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'll get set up | |
My crew don't let up, i be dead up in this piece (tell em) | |
Recognize it's blas******aster krs-one | |
For ten years, fat joe, chillin on the east |
zuò cí : Diamond D, Fat Joe, KRS One ... | |
Intro: krsone | |
Music please | |
Yes, welcome to jealous one' s envy | |
We' d like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product | |
It is a relativity records product, artist fat joe | |
My name is krsone | |
And of course we' re gonna bring the noise | |
Cause we can never be toys | |
Verse one: krsone, fat joe | |
Yes i am the ultimate, uttering ultimatum' s for the fun of it | |
It appears to me you don' t know who you with | |
You can' t see this with bifocals cause you' re local | |
Can' t hang with my vocals, better you with sonny bono | |
Or yoko ono, but krs oh no no | |
You might think you a rotc but i don' t give a though | |
I' m rolling hard like god for the squad black | |
Packin them poppers , where that money be at? | |
Aiyyo i be the show stopper, as i ne like gold | |
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake dropper | |
Which borough, is the thorough | |
I know, do you know, let me know i' m sayin though | |
The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors | |
Don' t get caught up in my sector, or i' ma haveta inject ya | |
With a slab of this lyrical t | |
Fake mc' s and wannabe' s best to quote this | |
Fat joe the true and living will prevail | |
Kingpin like sonny up in bronx tale | |
Will i fail? i doubt it | |
I' m the catchin bodies, while other z fantasize about it | |
True indeed, behind my back mc' s claim they can serve me | |
In my face they screaming " we' re not worthy!" | |
Youse a has been, actually you ain' t been | |
I be touring, while you be home taping | |
So what punk, you could battle in a second | |
Frankly the bottom line, is where' s your hit record | |
You claim i' m jocking, claim i' m on your , where' s your witnesses? | |
If i' m on your my name has got to be syphillis | |
Chorus: | |
" if you' re feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" jeru | |
" up up up and away cuz i don' t play clown" kool g rap | |
" if you' re feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" jeru | |
" buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down" kool g rap | |
Verse two: fat joe | |
As we proceed to lock it down, don' t get it up | |
We be the kings of the boogie down | |
All we do is spark izm and get cash | |
Tortuing mc' s like that warden up in alcatraz bo! bo! bo! bo! | |
It' s fat joe, yo you know my steelo | |
Get so much love, i' m payin sixteen on a kilo | |
Sendin z outta town, still got control of the boogie down | |
Now how the you sound? yeahhh | |
Ain' t no army that could harm me or bomb me | |
C' mon g you clowns ain' t got a g thing on me | |
I' m flashy like white linen tell em | |
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning | |
I' m down with kris and ain' t no stopping me | |
I' m out for bronx and monopoly with chicks on top of me | |
It' s my philosophy, but for now it' s in the corridor | |
Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator | |
These mother s don' t want it | |
word to mother joe, these z don' t want it! | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: krsone | |
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain' t worthy | |
My style is too curvy, what you tellin me | |
But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find i' m your boss | |
With krsone up in your memory | |
I know your kind, you rap write | |
You' re mr. john gotti the don, but you' re just another bwotty mon | |
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect | |
Rap magazine dating back to, tougher than leather | |
The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection | |
Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together | |
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say | |
When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead? | |
Your file is dead, kneel to the rap god in bed | |
Fore i slap you way back in the dayz like ahmad | |
Don' t get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you' ll get set up | |
My crew don' t let up, i be dead up in this piece tell em | |
Recognize it' s blas aster krsone | |
For ten years, fat joe, chillin on the east |