Gang Starr

Gang Starr - Speak Ya Clout lyrics

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Verse One: Jeru the Damaja
 Last year record companies were chumpin me
 But now like chicks they all be up on me
 and me so horny  I hit em like a groupie
 Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin
 Showing and proving on a day to day basis
 I rip New York and a million different places
 State to state country to country
 My skills are legend in the style of poetry
 I've paid my dues to this game word to mother
 Peace New York hops it gets no rougher
 Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five
 Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've
 achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps
 I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps
 So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
 Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks
 And I mean it it's all done with the mind
 I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline
 I could go on for days speaking bout my clout
 So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out
 Verse Two: Lil Dap
 Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
 Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east
 A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite
 I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight
 Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever
 You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around
 Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto
 A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan
 Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam
 So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough
 I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough
 A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped
 Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
 Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho'
 You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life
 Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic
 It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine
 Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction
 Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it
 Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it
 Verse Three: Guru
 Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat
 He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
 I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out
 From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol
 Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole
 You know the motherfucking situation
 So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation
 Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me
 and all the honies be loving me
 My style be kicking crazy butt
 Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt
 Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her
 I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her
 cause she be working on my nerves
 and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves
 I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho
 Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto
 and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack
 because I'm all that
 And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall
 I'm a come back to drown y'all
 With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
 And stay the fuck out my path
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Author: ?

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Publisher: Chrysalis Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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