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DJ Honda - 5 Seconds lyrics
Featuring Black Attack] What? "I represent no question" "Entire life's a record" Redman from Dat's My Word Yo I get hooknotic (what?) I catch that prey on they victims Big black I hi tech shit like radar systems Unsecessfully they try to get rid of me Shit on me you must be kdding me Thinkin' I'm a let that float (never) so it's time I severly touch this track up Back up cousin I'm about to twist this next sack up For real tho' I bang like steel toed tims Watch where you park at my man might steal your rims We in the dark at all time of the night steady cheefin' Rollin' with the illest of niggas so stop beefin' Occassionly (what?) you might find me blazin' The rawest of MC's to spice you like Cajaun Flow straight nasty like stank vagina And I keep my shit pumpin' from Chile to China Rewind it one time let me kick one more rhyme One more time roll one more dime Hook: We keep it tight right plus we keep it poppin' On top of that we hip hoppin' and don't stoppin' "I represent no question" "Entire life's a record" I'm cross country like Sony triple like Tony Get nasty like bologny, Ginuwine so ride the Pony Uncomparable, noncompatable to your whole shit You got it how can you tell to go get? Cause lyrically I'll twist your shit back Without no hesitation or the slightest bit of procrastination I'll blast the nation on some Black Attack shit What nigga don't try and stop me You need to hit up your local record shop and cop this bit I know you're sick of those nonsense cat's kickin' wack raps Talkin' about traps it's time to face the facts Perhaps you're trying to get doe like Suge Knight All the real niggas represent your hood right Hook Yo we keep it on some hip hop don't stop I pops the cherry Added a new edition to my shit so you don't have to worry Toss rhyme flurries Hot to Def like Keith Murray I'll bury your words and crush your thoughts in a hurry Mutilate your mental have your whole style up First A and B reach your card out then I pull your file out Stay on top of my game Moves be stratigic Battlin' don't fuck around I'll leave you paraplegic I mean it I give props to those who climb poetically Not those who take it personal when I'm speakin' hypothetically I'm just reppin', flowin' steadily Unforgetable like Natalie Son switch up so incredibly So my joints be the total oppostie of gun clappin' Just blunts and rappin' Beat box and finger snappin' Who put the DAT in? I let my nigga DJ Honda cut it up live Spark up the lye Hook scratching |
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