Lyrics
right here, right now?, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, ah y'all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, y'know what that is, word up, the squadron, pmd, erick sermon, yo, yo. uh-huh, def jam, excuse me! i'm tryin to earn a mere buck or two, yo my name's e-dub, so who the fuck are you?, i'm lockin it down now, and that's that, i'm the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap, hold your gat, i can't control the sound, if the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down, captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare, like uh-huh. yeah yeah. i love it when my jewels dangles, could see stars, like the bangles, when you approach me, address me as mr. like bojangles, death decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on, microphones, step in the set and start flexin on, your big man, don't lose focus and watch the quicksand, kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand, fuck it, erick and parrish millenium ducats, fully flossed out, two g's, fisherman bucket, who? epmd got checks to cash, what what? drop bombs for the clubs to blast, when? right now, so my crew could flash, where? right here, get the money and stash, aiyyo what's that song, that got the average dude, playin the fool, hittin the bong with cheech and chong, what? me and mic doc rock the spot like we're up, with more technique, than bruce lee with num-chuks, pure player, my rap flow's athletic, workout seven albums - rap calisthetics, epmd now. here to getcha, with a blow, you coulda sworn roy jones hit ya, cats can't hold me, erick and parrish, we hold the trophy, scorn your team all day so i suggest you change your goalie, cause i'm hype again, with e double, on the mic again, crack a 40, spark a l, then pop a perkadan, straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy, no diggy, e and p tight like lenny and squiggy, sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler, and to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can't fool us, who? epmd got checks to cash, what what? drop bombs for the clubs to blast, when? right now, so my crew could flash, where? right here, get the money and stash, aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire, and we won't stop rockin til we retire, who said we "out of biz"? that there was a liar, i'm sammy sosa, and p's mark mcgwire, home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye, if you wanna hate me, do it now, try, i'm lethal, take it back to epmd third album, and do it "for my people", i jump out the plane and hanglide, hit the ice and slip-slide, niggas don't get it, epmd status, correct me if i'm, mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin, like kevin to footloose only difference we keep the sytsem quakin, dusk to dawn, word is bond, you fuck with epmd, erick and parrish, the shit is on, cause we roll with a street team that donate posters, quick to roast ya, run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya, who? epmd got checks to cash, what what? drop bombs for the clubs to blast, when? right now, so my crew could flash, where? right here, get the money and stash,
Song details
Artist: epmd