It's a Big Daddy Thing
Big Daddy Kane lyrics
Big Daddy Kane lyrics
"Brooklyn Style Laid Out Lyrics"
Chorus: big daddy kane
Come on yall and feel the groove
Get on down and make your move
Welcome to the funkiest
Brooklyn style, laid out like this
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[big daddy kane]
I kicks the flavor good, to represent the neighborhood
Where I come from, and thats the place of brooklyn
Where the grimies are born and bred
And bullets are like eyeballs, two to the head
[scoob]
Well is it brownsville?time to represent for the map
Where the peeps smoke blunts and like to wear mad gold caps
The party addict about to explode
From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code
[big daddy kane]
Parlayin on the corner, drinkin 40s shootin cee-lo
Its a brooklyn thing, aight?you know our steelo
And for those who just dont know how it go
Play like a substitute te
The Future Is In Eggs Lyrics
??Roses before sign?? This one pushed his weight ??Day the chain?? Dogs barking, the sign flashing Come one and all to the execution Shot shot bang go ??clothing?? to films we ??Die string to sadist??(I have no clue here) And pirate's coffee Computer ??the fat birds?? ??Loafing on bringlers?? Floating on a leg Pissing from a keg The future is in eggs, the future is in eggs Spying without ??chim?? Choking out a grin ??Splitting?? kids in cu
acher and act like you know??Roses before sign?? This one pushed his weight ??Day the chain?? Dogs barking, the sign flashing Come one and all to the execution Shot shot bang go ??clothing?? to films we ??Die string to sadist??(I have no clue here) And pirate's coffee Computer ??the fat birds?? ??Loafing on bringlers?? Floating on a leg Pissing from a keg The future is in eggs, the future is in eggs Spying without ??chim?? Choking out a grin ??Splitting?? kids in cu
[scoob]
So yo, who wanna set it? you better kick your best g
You and your whole entourage couldnt test me
I represent for the fo main
And if youre not a booty bandit, then niggaz cant hang
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[big daddy kane]
Now, lets get straight down to the point
I represent for this brooklyn joint, baby pah, where were takin it to
Makin a few dollars dont mean you gotta forget
Where you come from and try to be someone, that youre really not
And front with what you got
Youre gonna be looked at as a black man still so keep it real
What type of mission can I say you on?
Because you musta done changed to some grey poupon, heh
Im really happy to see you blew up
But always remember my man you grew up
In the pjs all your life, in a broken home
(scoob: well alright now)
Blue Sky Lyrics
Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing, It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly, mister blue bird, i'm just walking down the road, Early morning sunshine tell me all i need to know Chorus You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day. Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way, Turn your love my way, yeah. Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere. Goin to carolina, it won't be long and i'll be there
Up in the pjs all your life, keepin it strong, what!
I be the louis ave livin, live long lastin lover
Bonafied black brother, word to the mother
Skilled at trades at hand with those who made
The man with support and always stayed a fan
My dialectic style is perfected
In ways you cant imagine rap bein accepted
Funkll slam like a doper jam, pops
Im takin mine like taxes with uncle sam
So check out the asiatic type of flow
Like water in the nile, but its brooklyn style
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[scoob]
Yo, this is big scoob, no practice
Im flippin on niggaz like little kids on that mattress
You know my style, baby pah from the pjs
My lyrics so dope, they too fat for local djs
So hear me out, no doubt, no need for screamin
My boys in the back, clockin your jewels, and they scheamin
Why did they step to me, I hit e
Evil Walks Lyrics
(A. Young M. Young B. Johnson) Black shadow hangin' over your shoulder Black mark up against your name Your green eyes couldn't get any colder There's bad poison runnin' thru your veins Evil walks behind you Evil sleeps beside you Evil talks arouse you Evil walks behind you Black widow weavin' evil notion Dark secret's bein' spun in your web Good men goin' down in your ocean They can't swim cos their tied to your bed Evil walks behind you Evil sleeps beside
m, bow, bu-dow(A. Young M. Young B. Johnson) Black shadow hangin' over your shoulder Black mark up against your name Your green eyes couldn't get any colder There's bad poison runnin' thru your veins Evil walks behind you Evil sleeps beside you Evil talks arouse you Evil walks behind you Black widow weavin' evil notion Dark secret's bein' spun in your web Good men goin' down in your ocean They can't swim cos their tied to your bed Evil walks behind you Evil sleeps beside
Knocked out his fronts cause the kid was mad fragile
No need for beef chief Im rollin mad deep
So pick up your teeth, I got him shakin like a leaf
Not tryin to scare you, I just wanna aware you
I bet you wont even look at my face (what what what) I dare you
Yo nigga please, yo Im nice with these
While youre guardin your grill, Ill be beatin up your kidneys
Me and my boys with the fat tec 9s
With my joint cocked back, in case a punk tried to take mines
Where Im from theres no need for hesitation
We cock and squeeze, now wheres the doctor for this patient?
Hes drippin blood and now hes down to his last breath
But he wont make it, cause he knows that my joint is def
The ill, type of brooklyn artist
Who rocks the har-dest, regard-less
Who you know and where youre from I pull your file
(how? ) brooklyn style
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