Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Christopher Martin, Darryl Barnes, Greg May, Keith Elam
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Gang StarrDWYCK Lyrics:
Ah yeah, here's another Gang Starr sure shot
Featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh
Handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gang Starr has got to be da sure shot
Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot
Gang Starr has got to be da sure shot
Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot
Greg Nice, Greg N I C E
Droppin' dem basso, ah oui oui
Rock for a fee, not for free
Maybe I'll do it for charity
Now my employer or my employee
Is makin' Greg N I C- E very M A D
Don't ever ever think of jerkin' me
I work to hard for my royalty
Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea
Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri
Ooh la la, ah, oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali
Ya say Cassius Clay, I say butter you say Parkay
It's alright if ya wanna make a sway
I'm a way up town, took deuce to the tre
I originate, they duplicate
I praise the Lord and keep the faith
It's alright keep bitin' at da bait
'92, uh, one year later
Peace out Premier
Take me out wit' da fader
I chant eenie meenie, minie moe
I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes
Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this
I shake this you'll take this, I'm kinda fiendish
You wish that you could come into my neighborhood
Meaning my mental state, still I'm 5 foot 8
Crazy as I wanna be, 'cause I make it orderly
You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost
The brotha who will make you change opinions
Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from
The heart, plus I get a piece of the action
I'm feelin' satisfaction from the street crowd reaction
Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late
When they dip in the kick, they get sprayed
Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is
I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis
A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose
When I cruise out on the expressway
Leavin' the Bodega I say, "Suave"
Premier's got more beats den barns got hay
Clips are inserted into my gun
So I can take the money, neva have ta run
I left my Phillie at home, do you have another?
I wanna get blunted, my brother
Now may I make a mark then make a spark
Over this phat track or should I say dope beat
Subtract, delete
All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract
But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back
Hey yo Premier, please pass that Buddha sack
You hear we quit? No way, bullshit
I told ya before we come back wit' more hits
I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me
Do me a favor, don't try and catch me
Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame
Ask him, he'll tell you the same, he knows my name
Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphernalia
I'm infallible, not into failure
Like a rhinocerus, my sprhinoceroseed is prosperous
And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus
I write here tonite to bring truth to the light
My dialogue is my own 'cause Smooth B will neva bite
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