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EPMD - Right Now lyrics
Right here right now? [Erick Sermon] (Parrish Smith) Yeah uh huh Uh huh Ah y'all know what that is yo uh huh (E Dub) Uh huh uh huh y'know what that is word up (Wax and tax em) The Squadron PMD Erick Sermon (Millenium Ducats) Yo yo.. uh huh Def Jam [Erick Sermon] Excuse me! I'm tryin to earn a mere buck or two Yo my name's E Dub so who the fuck are you? I'm lockin it down now and that's that I'm the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap Hold your gat, I can't control the sound If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare like UHH-HUH.. YEAH YEAH.. [Parrish Smith] I love it when my jewels dangles could see stars, like the Bangles When you approach me, adress me as Mr. like Bojangles Death Decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on microphones, step in the set and start flexin on your big man, don't lose focus and watch the quicksand Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand Fuck it, Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Fully flossed out, two G's, Fisherman bucket Chorus: EPMD (repeat 2X) Who? EPMD got checks to cash What what? Drop bombs for the clubs to blast When? Right now, so my crew could flash Where? Right here, get the money and stash [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo what's that song, that got the average dude playin the fool, hittin the bong with Cheech and Chong What? Me and Mic Doc rock the spot like we're up with more technique, than Bruce Lee with num-chuks (wha-TAH) Pure player, my rap flow's athletic Workout seven albums - rap calisthetics EPMD now.. here to getcha with a blow, you coulda sworn Roy Jones hit ya [Parrish Smith] Cats can't hold me, Erick and Parrish, we hold the trophy Scorn your team all day so I suggest you change your goalie cause I'm hype again, with E Double, on the mic again Crack a 40, spark a L, then pop a ?Perkadan? Straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy No diggy, E and P tight like Lenny and Squiggy Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler And to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can't fool us Chorus [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire And we won't stop rockin til we retire Who said we _Out of Biz_? That there was a liar I'm Sammy Sosa, and P's Mark McGwire Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye If you wanna hate me, do it now, try I'm lethal, take it back to EPMD third album and do it _For My People_ [Parrish Smith] I jump out the plane and hanglide Hit the ice and slip-slide Niggaz don't get it, EPMD status, correct me if I'm mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin like Kevin to Footloose only difference we keep the sytsem quakin Dusk to dawn, word is bond You fuck with EPMD, Erick and Parrish, the shit is on Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters Quick to roast ya Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya Chorus |
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