歌曲 | Ooh, Aah, Nah-Nah-Nah |
歌手 | Big Daddy Kane |
专辑 | Prince of Darkness |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Big Daddy Kane | |
Enquiring minds wanna know, did the champ retire | |
So here I am, boomin like an amplifier | |
I clear my throat, then I float like a boat | |
Note for note, what I wrote you can't quote or even tote | |
Raps are too heavy, sharp like a machete | |
Pass the microphone, cause Kane is all ready | |
Grippin to play the part to prove that I'm in command | |
The Biggest Daddy of em all, and oh, Kane stands for | |
King Asiatic, Nobody's Equal | |
or Non-Equivalent, or Natural Ebony | |
or Now Effective, or Never Ever | |
Pick your definition and put it together | |
Cause it still comes out tastin like chocolate | |
With the finesse MC's never got with | |
Cause none of them want me to touch the mic first | |
They know that it only takes Kane one verse | |
So here's the microphone, show me what you can do | |
And uhh *yawning* wake me up when you're through | |
Just so I can go and flow and throw a blow | |
to show a pro and let em all know | |
that any MC tryin to be this lyrical | |
should go ask Smokey Robinson for a Miracle | |
I wouldn't let a rapper go one round | |
I'm knockin them down, just like Jim Brown | |
So Mister Cee, let the music play | |
And here's what I want y'all to say | |
Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon) | |
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon like you should) | |
Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon) | |
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (uhh!) | |
Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah) | |
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!) | |
Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon) | |
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana | |
Here's a rap avalanche, MC's travel and | |
run run for shelter, cause they don't have a chance | |
Any MC caught talkin out of turn | |
I straighten em out just like a perm | |
Now let's take a second, just to recollect it | |
Give a little shout to the rappers that's out | |
Like all the East coast, MC's of today | |
From Run-D.M.C. on down to Kid'n'Play | |
The ladies like Salt-N-Pepa to Latifah | |
who showed the power of a woman and me a believer | |
Now backtrack with the musical jewel | |
And say peace to the old school | |
And all praises due to the L.A. crew | |
You put your state on the map and kept bringin rap through | |
I can't forget the brothers that's down in Miami | |
You're still 2 Live if you never get a Grammy | |
Cause personally I feel who really needs that stuff | |
If you ask me, it's just a bunch of makeup | |
There's a lot of caucasian kids that don't even know me | |
Cause every Billy and Joey is another David Bowie | |
I guess I used the wrong tools in my rhymes | |
* "Superfreak" * Cause when I nailed my clock, it didn't say Hammer Time | |
That's not a diss to my Oaktown friend | |
Just tellin you how it is in the musical biz | |
Cause I make sure that every rapper in the industry | |
becomes a friend of me | |
And Mister Cee, let the music play | |
And here's what I want y'all to say | |
Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah) | |
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (nanana) | |
Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon) | |
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon won'tcha c'mon) | |
Ooh! (ohhh) Aah! (uhhh) | |
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!) | |
Ooh! Aah! | |
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana |
zuo ci : Big Daddy Kane | |
Enquiring minds wanna know, did the champ retire | |
So here I am, boomin like an amplifier | |
I clear my throat, then I float like a boat | |
Note for note, what I wrote you can' t quote or even tote | |
Raps are too heavy, sharp like a machete | |
Pass the microphone, cause Kane is all ready | |
Grippin to play the part to prove that I' m in command | |
The Biggest Daddy of em all, and oh, Kane stands for | |
King Asiatic, Nobody' s Equal | |
or NonEquivalent, or Natural Ebony | |
or Now Effective, or Never Ever | |
Pick your definition and put it together | |
Cause it still comes out tastin like chocolate | |
With the finesse MC' s never got with | |
Cause none of them want me to touch the mic first | |
They know that it only takes Kane one verse | |
So here' s the microphone, show me what you can do | |
And uhh yawning wake me up when you' re through | |
Just so I can go and flow and throw a blow | |
to show a pro and let em all know | |
that any MC tryin to be this lyrical | |
should go ask Smokey Robinson for a Miracle | |
I wouldn' t let a rapper go one round | |
I' m knockin them down, just like Jim Brown | |
So Mister Cee, let the music play | |
And here' s what I want y' all to say | |
Ooh! c' mon Aah! c' mon | |
NahNahNah, Nana c' mon like you should | |
Ooh! c' mon Aah! c' mon | |
NahNahNah, Nana uhh! | |
Ooh! oooh Aah! aaah | |
NahNahNah, Nana sing that song! | |
Ooh! c' mon Aah! c' mon | |
NahNahNah, Nana | |
Here' s a rap avalanche, MC' s travel and | |
run run for shelter, cause they don' t have a chance | |
Any MC caught talkin out of turn | |
I straighten em out just like a perm | |
Now let' s take a second, just to recollect it | |
Give a little shout to the rappers that' s out | |
Like all the East coast, MC' s of today | |
From RunD. M. C. on down to Kid' n' Play | |
The ladies like SaltNPepa to Latifah | |
who showed the power of a woman and me a believer | |
Now backtrack with the musical jewel | |
And say peace to the old school | |
And all praises due to the L. A. crew | |
You put your state on the map and kept bringin rap through | |
I can' t forget the brothers that' s down in Miami | |
You' re still 2 Live if you never get a Grammy | |
Cause personally I feel who really needs that stuff | |
If you ask me, it' s just a bunch of makeup | |
There' s a lot of caucasian kids that don' t even know me | |
Cause every Billy and Joey is another David Bowie | |
I guess I used the wrong tools in my rhymes | |
" Superfreak" Cause when I nailed my clock, it didn' t say Hammer Time | |
That' s not a diss to my Oaktown friend | |
Just tellin you how it is in the musical biz | |
Cause I make sure that every rapper in the industry | |
becomes a friend of me | |
And Mister Cee, let the music play | |
And here' s what I want y' all to say | |
Ooh! oooh Aah! aaah | |
NahNahNah, Nana nanana | |
Ooh! c' mon Aah! c' mon | |
NahNahNah, Nana c' mon won' tcha c' mon | |
Ooh! ohhh Aah! uhhh | |
NahNahNah, Nana sing that song! | |
Ooh! Aah! | |
NahNahNah, Nana |
zuò cí : Big Daddy Kane | |
Enquiring minds wanna know, did the champ retire | |
So here I am, boomin like an amplifier | |
I clear my throat, then I float like a boat | |
Note for note, what I wrote you can' t quote or even tote | |
Raps are too heavy, sharp like a machete | |
Pass the microphone, cause Kane is all ready | |
Grippin to play the part to prove that I' m in command | |
The Biggest Daddy of em all, and oh, Kane stands for | |
King Asiatic, Nobody' s Equal | |
or NonEquivalent, or Natural Ebony | |
or Now Effective, or Never Ever | |
Pick your definition and put it together | |
Cause it still comes out tastin like chocolate | |
With the finesse MC' s never got with | |
Cause none of them want me to touch the mic first | |
They know that it only takes Kane one verse | |
So here' s the microphone, show me what you can do | |
And uhh yawning wake me up when you' re through | |
Just so I can go and flow and throw a blow | |
to show a pro and let em all know | |
that any MC tryin to be this lyrical | |
should go ask Smokey Robinson for a Miracle | |
I wouldn' t let a rapper go one round | |
I' m knockin them down, just like Jim Brown | |
So Mister Cee, let the music play | |
And here' s what I want y' all to say | |
Ooh! c' mon Aah! c' mon | |
NahNahNah, Nana c' mon like you should | |
Ooh! c' mon Aah! c' mon | |
NahNahNah, Nana uhh! | |
Ooh! oooh Aah! aaah | |
NahNahNah, Nana sing that song! | |
Ooh! c' mon Aah! c' mon | |
NahNahNah, Nana | |
Here' s a rap avalanche, MC' s travel and | |
run run for shelter, cause they don' t have a chance | |
Any MC caught talkin out of turn | |
I straighten em out just like a perm | |
Now let' s take a second, just to recollect it | |
Give a little shout to the rappers that' s out | |
Like all the East coast, MC' s of today | |
From RunD. M. C. on down to Kid' n' Play | |
The ladies like SaltNPepa to Latifah | |
who showed the power of a woman and me a believer | |
Now backtrack with the musical jewel | |
And say peace to the old school | |
And all praises due to the L. A. crew | |
You put your state on the map and kept bringin rap through | |
I can' t forget the brothers that' s down in Miami | |
You' re still 2 Live if you never get a Grammy | |
Cause personally I feel who really needs that stuff | |
If you ask me, it' s just a bunch of makeup | |
There' s a lot of caucasian kids that don' t even know me | |
Cause every Billy and Joey is another David Bowie | |
I guess I used the wrong tools in my rhymes | |
" Superfreak" Cause when I nailed my clock, it didn' t say Hammer Time | |
That' s not a diss to my Oaktown friend | |
Just tellin you how it is in the musical biz | |
Cause I make sure that every rapper in the industry | |
becomes a friend of me | |
And Mister Cee, let the music play | |
And here' s what I want y' all to say | |
Ooh! oooh Aah! aaah | |
NahNahNah, Nana nanana | |
Ooh! c' mon Aah! c' mon | |
NahNahNah, Nana c' mon won' tcha c' mon | |
Ooh! ohhh Aah! uhhh | |
NahNahNah, Nana sing that song! | |
Ooh! Aah! | |
NahNahNah, Nana |