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EPMD - Pioneers lyrics
Erick Sermon] And you don't quit Yeah pioneers one time (one time two times) Yeah Erick Sermon boy [Parrish Smith] Yeah we rap where you at? (mic check) "Check this out!" Aiyyo who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked from my man +Louis+ from the +Ville+ Slugger baseball bat Cock back gats cause rugged apparel's where it's at So stand back we flash a nine before the jack and squeeze triggers blazin at one-hit wonder niggaz like Smoothe Da Hustler I still sneak over and fuck your babysitter No quitter, microphone's my transmitter which clocks figures, in return, the track's the _Gold Digger_ [Erick Sermon] Huh me? I buy ice for no one Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun Yeah Dunn, ain't the one to be steppin to son I agree with Slick Rick, you cats is crumbs My squad gets Dumb and Jim Carrey you ought the buildin messin around with God's children I take action, like film crews You against me, face to face, you'll lose! Chorus: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith (repeat 2X) [E] Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares EPMD.. "That's right!" [P] Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree [Erick Sermon] P and I don't stop, we don't quit, who's seein em? On tracks, we Ruff Ryde like D and them Then case the joint, like an agent, that's secret Cats hate, so we on point frequent E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent right down the block, from the precinct See you a punk, that talk too lenient When I speak to a motherfucker, I MEAN IT! [Parrish Smith] So Open Sesame, and let down the main gate But before you scream EPMD, you should wait Cause we roll with a posse, from Strong Long to Canarsie QBC, Boogie Down Bronx, back to Marcy Pass that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo and your chick know, P's hungry, like the hippoes Suck on no nipples, but duck cats, quick to stick you like a pin-up, workin out, and doin chin-ups Chorus [Erick Sermon] Huh, aiyyo my style flows, say it liquidates It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks Two time felon, fuck around with me and my man pussycat and catch two to the melon! [Parrish Smith] Then I be like, "Yep yep," just like Teddy, +Raw+ like Eddie Sweaty, when I hold shit down and bake like Betty And when I want things to move, I blink like +Bewitched+ to handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit Chorus |
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