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Erick Sermon - It's Nuttin' lyrics
f/ Daytona, Khari Yo, uh, Erick Sermonnn Yo, uh, huh, J Khari Santiago, uh, uh, uh Daytona, uh-uh, uh Uh-huh, sixteen machines Uh, yo.. yo.. [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo Mark turn me up Watch DJ's in the club burn me up like "new music (?)" Same dog, Boss Hog, my style's Hazard, Duke The truth? I'm big enough to Skywalk with Luke I am revolutionary rhyme ready Phase one mic stage one yo let's go! Jump jump - or feel the react of this pump pump - twelve gauge'n blaze (uhh) Everytime I bring it hard for them niggaz like new whips, out the garage for them niggaz like Here's somethin for those who see past The new MB with the spaceship dash I come through in a two-thousand-fo' Chicks holla out, "UH-OH!" like I'm Nelly Yo, I come with the real front page Like Dame did, homeboy in "Backstage" [Chorus: repeat 2X] Aiyyo watch us do it (go 'head baby) Ain't nuttin to it (go 'head baby) You had your chance and blew it (go 'head baby) All my niggaz are - move it's nuttin [Daytona] E'rybody in the club better up them thangs When it's beef best believe I up that thang Five seconds or less to up that chain When I clutch that thang and, touch yo' brain I'm, seventeen with twenty inches on Impala Retros and Naughty sweats, out to make a dollar Now most ya cats couldn't picture this, consecutive hit after hit, it's ridiculous, conspicous Talk that I speak when I walk down the street Yeah I walk with the heat and I talk to the beat For the haters, that say 'Tona don't got it Pants stay low and the flow stay knotted It ain't the game, it's the players involved World premier motherfucker with a bunch of co-stars Watch got mad colors like a bowl of Trix Niggaz broke they whole life but still a benefit [Chorus] [Khari] Uh, I roll with major hitters, Dutch and Vega splitters I know what y'all thinkin - it's a takeover The unfriendly zone young guns is older You'll get smashed, need Jenny Jones to makeover your face I'm high because I hate sober Pussy patrol pull up in the Range Rover And you get to know that don't want to know ya (that's right) I hit chickens like I had pads on my shoulders Slick with this, ridiculous Rap bidness you're soft with bitch in parenthesis My sentences'll make the hottest modern rappers feel defenseless, jumpin over fences I'm accomodatin all ya hatin lyricists Spiritual lift, kidney shift Ribs is cracked, lips is split, necks are slit I do all kinda extra shit, heck with it We the hecklers in the front, checkin ya texture Ya teflon don't protect, waist down and neck up I trailerpark and just trash ya rap up Ya want some more? Fuck it, wait until the next cut |
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