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Grand Daddy I.U. - Something New lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Grand Daddy I.U. ] Here it is, a world premiere Crystal clear in your ear, so listen here Yeah, it's somethin new but I ain't no new kid So don't fool yourself with garbage that you did Ain't nothin changed so don't act strange I'll shoot through your crew, so get out my range Cause I'm callin shots while I make my appearance No interruptions, no interference So turn it up loud and let the bass thump Give me the mic and watch the whole place jump I kick a swift rap, sign a gift rap So zip your lip, I ain't with that riff crap I go for broke with the rhymes that I wrote Flow quote for quote, even hit the high note Rick picks the chicks, I tricks the fix So sway to the way Kay plays the mix Cause it's [ CHORUS: Desiree Price, Toni Rolle, Raezia Rolle ] Somethin new from the Grand Daddy U [ VERSE 2: Grand Daddy I.U. ] Grab a seat and take heed to the entrepreneur For sure it's raw, literature hardcore I'm ( ? ) but not ( ? ) quite bite, that's right A parasite who bite I'll invite to fright night So let it be known, the rap throne I own So leave my bone and my microphone alone I gets paid while others get slayed You're goin out like a roach, I go out like Raid I won't back up or freeze up, slack up or ease up Cause Daddy U is cold chewin MC's up I gets raw with the rhymes I develop So all of you suckers, shut [edited] Or I'll bend your chin and grin, you can't win So spend 10 to get in then get ate for din-din Cause in a battle I gets rambunctious So take heed, no need to pop junk, just Step (step) and bow out gracefully Cause if not, then, my man, your face'll be Damaged, in other words seriously hurt This ain't Sesame Street, I ain't Earnie or Bert When I'm through with you your crew will be residue So just get out my face is what you better do You wanna brawl, just call, that all But if you don't come ( ? ) Cause it's [ CHORUS: Desiree Price, Toni Rolle, Raezia Rolle ] Somethin new from the Grand Daddy U [ VERSE 3: Grand Daddy I.U. ] Attention, class is bout to begin Prepare to take notes, grab your paper and pen As I teach and preach and reach any or each Parasite or leech the U will impeach I stomp the comp terminatin frauds While the crowd applauds for the lord of lords I kick off like a ninja, beef and I'll send ya Home with broken bones cause suckers I injure And when I'm through you can pass the brew But for now I got work to do So no time to wait, don't debate or procrastinate I'm rated great cause the fans I fascinate Shots are called, plugs are installed Fist is a ball, now it's time to brawl Suckers get played out ( ? ) are made out Punks get laid out and Kay wears the fade out I do away with those who come frontin here What is you stupid, you can't get nothin here So play your room or be doomed to rot in hell You're cold booty, you're softer than ( ? ) Think you can get this? Boy, don't be ridiculous I shoot more gift than St. Nicholas Men pretend to win but then the Kay begin To spin and blend again and again ( ? ) distinguished style that you can recognize And I fail to understand how the heck them guys Borrow and bite and not have a guilty conscience Then grab the mic and recite silly nonsense Battle the U, you musta flipped your lid Cause I take your pride like a stick-up kid Bodily damage is done to those who try to stand close While I swing and sing as smooth as Luther Vandross Rhymes consist of consonants and vowels And while I move the crowd you move yours bowles Yeah Hey yo girls, tell em what this is [ CHORUS: Desiree Price, Toni Rolle, Raezia Rolle ] Somethin, somethin, somethin new from the Grand Daddy U Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I said somethin's new from the Grand Daddy U Peep out somethin new from the Grand Daddy New [ Biz Markie ] Alright girls, come on, all together now [ CHORUS: Desiree Price, Toni Rolle, Raezia Rolle ] Somethin, somethin, somethin new from the Grand Daddy U That's right shippin platinum (platinum) (platinum) (platinum) |
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