Dj Honda

Dj Honda - Straight Talk From Ny lyrics

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Hook:
 Word up hip hoppers as you feel the breeze
 From New York straight talk to the Tokyo scene (x4)
 Sadat X:
 Walkin' New York with the big stick loaded
 Most voted for the daily tabloid from Tokyo to Repungy Square
 I be there and as the plan unfrail I freak the ?
 Sadat X I'm more New York then the yellow cabs
 I'll move your pectorial muscle on down to your abs
 My man Honda not the car but the DJ
 Attacks the pans and move fast with your hands
 Up in the wild lands and walked across the burning sands
 Can I have a little more Saki in my cup?
 Yo DJ Honda I'm kinda fonda these Japanesse women
 They treat me like a king and scream my name out loud
 There's room for one more three is never a crowd
 My Cloak and Dagger is enough to make you swagger
 Been on this here stage since 12 years of age
 Ha the pleasure prince of poem is invincible
 Sight unseen I'm long and lean
 It's like that Sadat is president
 Ha live and on stage New York resident
 Check it
 Hook (x4)
 Wakeem:
 Uh oh camras in flick reports all on my shit
 Chickens be analyzin' from London to Japan
 Showin' me and my man we chinky off the scomma
 They know we holdin' for drama so they ain't sayin' nathin'
 Meditatin' mad gucci eatin' sushi
 With the chinks who sport links and Georgio Armanni
 See me in my China mommy slippin' outta town
 She love a nigga long time still holdin' me down
 And tell 'em I'm the King Of New York a black Frank White aiight
 I'm still polititic scrappin' all the paper in
 Bringin' the socki in the Bronx got a brother thinkin'
 Live Tokeyo watch Sadat will blow the spot up
 Hook (x4)
 Grand Puba:
 It's time to run right through ya like White Castle do ya
 Be true to the game or I'll play like I never knew ya
 Brothers here can't get a red penny
 Mess around and catch a bad one like that devil Denny
 Now a days I'm real leary on the Hilfigure
 Hit them people off it's time to see a nigga
 A phat Benz seven figures and all that
 Cause I'm the one who put Tommy Hilfigure on the map
 It's time to surrender servin' MC's like a bartender
 Monkey wrench your whole agenda
 Brother got more game then Bob Barker
 But I'm smoother than Peter Parker
 In junior high I kept Vodka in my locker
 Mama left don't get home till 6:30
 Bag a joint persue to groove and get dirty
 I'm puttin' MC's to the curb
 Puttin' brothers outta buisness like Barny did Big Bird
 I got to have it bad I'm hungry mess around I'll swallow ya
 I'm hungrier then a nigga in Somalia
 Grand Puba Sadat X comin' here to wet it
 Not gonna let it, no
 My rhymes vary cause I'm good like Carey
 Pop shit like a cherry make you blue like berry
 I stay thinkin' me take shorts is dead and stinkin'
 I spilt Malibu on my knickers down to my last drink and
 Oh let me out so I can run my route
 Plus make the girls pout cause I am trippin' out
 Baby, no maybe baby on top like gravy
 Roll with more motherfuckers than the Navy
 No fakin' I puts the Asalam with the Lakim
 While brothers turnin' fowl like bacon
 You still can't have my stylle cause it's taken
 I'll leave you in your boots shakin'
 While I'm countin' all the money that I'm makin'
 No diggedy no doubt
 With my man Honda and I'm out
 Hook
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Epic, The Dance Division (2)

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

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