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MC Shan - Another One to Get Jealous Of lyrics
Me and Marley Marl, we are resented, ya know? Because of the beats and the rhymes we invented To cold dis another's a thing that we love So here's another one to get jealous of Do it ya Do it ya MC's that I battled are the MC's I defeat Now you say you took me out, now how that sound? Do it ya Kazookie-zang Kazookie-zang Kazookie-zang-bong-baga-dung-dang (2x) Once I'm done puttin heads to rest I sit back and puff a spliff of buddha bless See, in days of old mi rhyme went gold The music, it wasn't recommended Man used to sit on seat and tap out a beat And went away feeling relieved Hey ya But soon after our rhyme is invented And put together, it sound contented And rhymin a-fi work I tell you rhymin, yes it a-fi work Bang-dang-dilli-dilli-dilli MC's, dem like to bite the things you say Others come along and like the beats you play You know that's cold considered a dissin of work, ya know? I don't deal with negativity and thing and thing I'm the MC, and I'm also cool Jacuzzi in my crib size of your pool Sent di butler for my midnight treat Rug so plush ya can't see ya feet If ya come and visit if you choose It's a must at the door that you leave your shoes Don't obey and you'll have to go Some didn't listen till my gun went bo! Rock the house a little bit Rub-a-dub Michigan and Smiley And di Yellowman And MC Shan and Marley Ya know The house is packed every place I play But let me tell ya bout this jam one day >From the very first time I walked through the door I see the people rub-a-dubbin on the floor Played the wall, a man came past Oh my God, dem puttin fire to glass! I dipped, I bobbed, I weaved, I shook I hear ya pump it one time and from there you're hooked It make you sell your car, your house, your ring Have you flying through the clouds and you don't have wings! He passed it to me, I said, "No," him said, "Why?" My boy jumped up and said, "I'll give it a try" >From the very first time he ignited the flame My homeboy wasn't actin insane I tapped him on the shoulder and I said, "Let's go" He looked at me and replied with, "No" I said, "Fuck it," and left him there The torch, the pipe, the base, the chair I came back five days from then To my surprise I seen my friend To let you know what this thing does He was sitting in the very same spot he was I walked over, "Want more?" he said Pipin hot my man dropped dead His head hit the table, the pipe hit the floor But I'll mention that di man won't base no more! Bo! Kazookie-zang Kazookie-zang Kazookie-zang-bong-baga-dung-dang Hey man, let me tell ya, man True story, no bloodclot ???? when his head hit the floor, man Everyone cried for the coroner Some picked up di pipe and said "Man, dem leave em on the floor just like he lay, ya know?" Picked up dem crumb and put it in di pipe and fuckin pissed off, ya dig, man Oh my God, bloodclot! Man puttin fire to di glass thing, man And say, "Scotty! Scotty! Where ya at, Scotty?" To the transporter room, ya know? "Beam me! Beam me! Beam me, blood! Beam me, bloodclot!" |
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