Grand Daddy I.U.

Grand Daddy I.U. - The U Is Smooth lyrics

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(Move em  U) Ah yeah  the U's in effect
 Live and direct I project my intellect
 I wrote another verse for imitators to copy cat
 You learn the words  recitin's where you get sloppy at
 You can't kick it quite like the U can
 Any fan in the stand can tell whose rhymes you ran
 Man  the words the same  verses identical
 Wanna be down  but you ain't been a cool
 Brother like the U  so my knob you're slobbin
 31 flavors like Baskin & Robbin
 The U trains by drainin brains
 And the only remains is bloodstains
 Havoc and homicide, rappers are mumified
 You tried, but lost your pride, now you run and hide
 You're trapped in a maze, there's no escape route
 Guilty of theft, so you're left as a deaf-mute
 You floor at my feet, but when I step you're left there
 With tears in your eyes, but I don't care
 Nothin you can do, now you're down and desperate
 Next time you know I ain't the one to mess with
 So keep this in mind before you move
 Yo, the U is smooth

 [VERSE 2]
 (Yo U, tell em how you're livin, gee)
 Sittin in my dressin room with a star on my door
 The crowd is waitin for the show to be raw
 News reporters is hawkin me, fans anticipatin
 It's almost show time, so keep waitin
 2 minutes left, now you're watchin the clock
 Countin every second to the last tic-toc
 Now the spotlight shines, the curtains go up
 And like a vulcano Daddy U will erupt
 I jitter-bop on stage and grab the mic with a tight grip
 I carry a tool for any fool who might flip
 Cause when I'm in effect pandemonium breaks loose
 You ask how I did it? I tell you it takes juice
 No other brother can touch the U, I'm too smooth
 And that's word to momma du'
 All raps I write is up to par
 I started out at the bottom, now I live like a star
 I'm talkin flicks and autographs, saunas and bubble baths
 Producers and managers hawkin me like psychopaths
 Everything is real, so bust a move
 And remember: the U is smooth

 [VERSE 3]
 (Yo, tell em what's up with your deejay, man)
 Kay's a doctor, his headphones a stethoscope
 Music's a medicine, scratch is so def it's dope
 You will agree, Kay Cee is nasty
 So check out the cut and knowledge how fast he
 Switched from one mix to the next
 On pace with the bass, all it takes is a flex
 And I pimp the microphone, this stage is like my throne
 So leave my rhymes alone, homes, and write your own
 I'm like Simon, so listen cause Simon says
 Commence dancin, and I'ma keep rhymin as
 Long as there's a beat, but if it stop I'll still go
 My brain's equipped with more volts than Willco
 So plug up the mic, if it works I'll work it
 And Kay'll kill the cut till the mixer short-circuit
 Cause everything's real, so bust a move
 And remember: the U is smooth

 [VERSE 4]
 (Yo U, kick the last verse, let's get outta here, man)
 Get ready, it's almost showtime
 And I'ma turn it out in no time
 So park your ride, maintain your stride
 Pay your 10 dollars to get inside
 You say it's too much, don't worry it's worth it
 No mistakes, everything is perfect
 A line around the corner, seven heads to a car means
 The crowd is packed in like sardines
 Security is tight for those who came to fight
 I'll jump on any chump who try to spoil my night
 Cause I got plans for girls on the dancefloor
 Niggas wanna know what I.U. stands for
 The I is for in there, U's for untouchable
 And the shit you pop is just a bunch of bull
 Everything is real, so bust a move
 And remember: the U is smooth

 Yeah
 Yo, I wanna say what's up to
 My man Money Mike Floyd
 My DJ Kay Cee
 My man E.R.P. Easy Rick The Player
 Vaughn, Biz, the man Doc
 The whole Crown Heights
 And peace and love to my daughter Muffin
 We out
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Cold Chillin'

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Released in: 1990

Language: English

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