EPMD You Gots 2 Chill \'97 (Explicit Ver.) 가사검색 :: 가사집

You Gots 2 Chill '97 (Explicit Ver.) `EPMD`

, cause I'm a b-boy When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know Now, EPMD is clocking all the dough, sit back

You Gots To Chill `EPMD`

You Gots to Chill...

Never Seen Before (Explicit Ver.) `EPMD`

like Kareem Abdul Jabbar when I'm supreme rap star, they all know me E.D., when I flash the greens on TV MC's be robbin me, of my technique The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound And if you

Chill `EPMD`

Chill... Yeaaaa, hahahaha (Erick Sermon) Equip wit the rap microchip Program, aptitude, one mo return, oh ---- My face in the magazines, showing my eyes green (Chill...)

Da Joint (Explicit Ver.) `EPMD`

[Chorus: EPMD] My squad stays on point like Den en den den de den, It's the joint Yeah my squad stay on point like, Den en den den de den, Its the joint.

House Party `EPMD`

was pissin in your bed, we was makin a mill' Got up, with Erick Sermon, dropped "You Gots 2 Chill" Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs

Jane 6 `EPMD`

[E] PMD [P] Y yo [E] Won't you do a me a favor? [P] Yo chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later [P] Jane.. Jane..

Boon Dox `EPMD`

(Chorus) Coming straight from the boon dox(3x) (PMD) Coming straight from the boon dox, when my tune stomps like Sasquatch You better slow down cuz I'm top notch Wit the be-bop, can't you see

Check 1, 2 `EPMD`

[Erick Sermon] EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin..

So What Cha Sayin` `EPMD`

EPMD and Scratch for that...

So Wat Cha Sayin' `EPMD`

EPMD and Scratch for that . . .

Gold Digger `EPMD`

big big dummy Just my luck, that I'm stuck with a marriage And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash) Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money So I chill

It's Going Down `EPMD`

Jackson Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop State to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static EPMD

Strictly Business `EPMD`

[Erick Sermon] Try to answer to the master or the MC rap God is no joke on the lyric - it's hard to be modest I knew I was the man with the master plan to make you wiggle and jiggle, like gelatin

It's Time 2 Party `EPMD`

party.. party.. party * echoes left to right * [Erick Sermon] Get up shake your butts feel the rhythm of the cuts Walk around and strut then a brother push up and start talkin girls and boys are hawkin EPMD

It's My Thing `EPMD`

> * versions on "Greatest Hits" differ from the original recordings {helicopter flies overhead} [Parrish Smith] Yeah time to put it down E Time to put it down E EPMD Millineum Ducats DefCon

Last Man Standing `EPMD`

All the real motherfuckers left PMD, Def Squad & Hit Squad and the virus I'll tell you who I be (check it) Erick Sermon: This is Erick Sermon, one of God's children of billions With more Hype than

Strictly Snappin` Necks `EPMD`

jock, and in shock and have fear when the E is on the spot (You pulled the mic handle: Joker, Joker, Joker) Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent Smooth hardcore

Jane `EPMD`

[P] Aw you ain't going to go into that Jane thing again? [E] You know I had to diss her! I told her don't mess with me you know? [P] But why you gotta be bothering with that skeezer?

Promise I (Explicit Ver.) `Snoop Dogg`

Promise I never leave you...

Scratch Bring It Back (Part 2 - Mic Doc) `EPMD`

Taking the bassline, freaking my lines Squeezing my Reebox's pumps and Kriss Kross then jump Way behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged Pumped it for the Hit Squad, yo, they cold dugged it You

Head Banger `EPMD`

[Hit Squad] The head banger Parrish Smith gettin wreck [Hit Squad] The head banger Verse One: Parrish Smith Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks as I chill, and bust grills you take

Richter Scale `EPMD`

It's two o'clock, you gettin knocked out the box then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad no we won't stop, fuck it call the cops (uh-huh) I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks I'm

The Fan `EPMD`

get, by on record but you wack on stage So I'm, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades [Parrish Smith] That's why we roll with the big boys with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus shuttin down

Crossover `EPMD`

strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls I know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows (Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill Trying to chill

Who Killed Jane `EPMD`

E - You know homeboy, the death of Jane P - You must be insane with no brains sniffin cocaine And if I caught a body it'd be yours and not Jane E - Or Mr.

Let The Funk Flow `EPMD`

Relax while I tax or you can just max It really doesn't matter just stay the hell back Poppin much junk now the time has arosen I pick your card and your name has been chosen Not all about line opin or

Never Seen Before `EPMD`

Kareem Abdul Jabbar when I'm supreme rap star, they all know me E.D., when I flash the greens on TV MC's be robbin me, of my technique The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound And if you

It's My Thang `EPMD`

MC's out there you better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From New York straight talk America's best Cold wild Long Island is where we rest Style of the rap makes your hands clap Take care

More (Explicit Ver.) `Manu Crook$, Kranium`

lose my shit I took my time to work on me so I don't lose my mind I know my mama pray for me, she looking out for her kid I know we seen some better days, and we want more of it I told my niggas gotta chill