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EPMD - Cummin' at Cha lyrics
Verse One: Erick Sermon Yes, return the last dragon, balls of fire Back to attack, and sharp like barbed wire The ruff rugged male human black alien My style's, foreign, compared to an Israelian I rock, and shock a new style Hardcore's the profile, I bust a cap for the buckwild I'm back in effect, how's that? I'm not Teddy Riley but I'm swingin like a New Jack You know me so yo check my flow G I rock 48 Hours like Nick Nolte And for your information... I found wack MC's camps and do em like Jason Yeah, doyouknow what they call me? E Double who raps off the walls see I work out, yeah I do my fitness So I can find a mistress, while I'm in the business A gold digger, with the hourglass figure (why?) 'I'm feelin sad,' damn nigga! Now I'm rockin the house with Das EFX *They want EFX*, yeah some live effects M.D. got my back, so I'm goin for mine So watch it, or pop pop pop goes my nine Verse Two: Parrish Smith Here we here we go... (who?) slow flow so watch the head blow No rules in the rap game, I'm throwin elbows (The name) Mic Doc (say what?) this is hip-hop Roll with the Hit Squad, stomp like the Go-Bots (Shiggedy shots bust) Parrish Smith rocks the spot Pumps em off the block, hits because my tune knocks Tower down over suckers next is Das EFX (Biggedy mic check um, one two check uhh I think I wann rock it M.D.) OK Drayz bet Time to exit, yo, so I'm out there If you want me you can find me at the crib Still gettin mine rippin rhymes on the mainline Don't play me or pop goes the nine Verse Three: Drayz, Skoob Biggedy bang yowza, higgedy howabout a mic wrecker I biggedy break a back, I'm black and I can Decker Nigga, ya figgedy figure the, way I kick it I'm dashin, I stiggedy stuck Johnny for his Cash and I trashed him, I miggedy made the bastard look sloppy Copy, I pack a nine if you try to stop me Niggedy I'm the bungle, I'm swingin it from the left so tell the Chef Boy-ar-dee's niggaz nice, and plus I'm def Tiggedy take your life asthma, the jibbedy jibber jabber ruff rapper I wreck it then I step like a ladder So add a, niggedy nother page into my rap book I strike like, the weapon or a mother at the crack book I giggedy give a fender, figgedy bender, to a tender, roni Lik umm, Chachi, then Joni She'll stagger, when I move my lips like Mick Jagger She'll go goo-goo, gah-gah, they call me Ali Baba The jibbedy jibber jabber, jibbedy jibber jabber, jaw Riggedy wreck it quick and get, raw I'm thiggedy throwin the slang, like a boomer-rang Kill the rumor, bang, I steal a show like I used to steal Puma's Then I rock it, a topic from the sewer or the trash can I'm niggedy not the video game, but I'm like Pac Man I'm slick right, I got more Dick than Van Dyke Liggedy let the nines clap, cause I'm back to the Manpike |
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