Dj Pooh

Dj Pooh - Nowhere 2 Hide lyrics

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Hook:
 No worse scared can't get away
 Dumpin' with them funky rhymes
 "Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs"
 Nowhere 2 hide

 [Threat]
 I deliver to you the new blueprints
 Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps
 We pimps
 Beats
 Put 'em in the streets
 Twenty four hours seven days a week
 I kick science  but they still haven't learned
 Step beyond the point of no return get wet
 The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics
 Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts
 Uh, around the globe follow ya nose
 Down with the underground from my head to my toes
 Ride the groove like a three day cruise
 Peace to the east but the west coast rules
 The chocolate child unleashed out the wild
 Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails
 Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down
 You gotta get up I get off or get clowned

 Hook

 [Threat]
 I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades
 All on display on K-T-L-A
 I hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me
 Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy
 We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words
 But they can't fuck with this they get swerved
 Graduated old school G degree
 Calm down the savage in any MC
 North, south, east, west
 But simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess
 So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it
 It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it
 Like that
 Yep bigger fatter than the piece
 Inflation went up and make the killin' increase
 So long for the plan you was plottin'
 Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten

 Hook

 [Threat]
 It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other
 Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter
 I hold the title in the middle of my palm
 For makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn
 Make way let me show you how it's done
 It's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come
 Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock
 Don't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox
 On a hunt
 Hot on the trail
 Hoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail
 On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill
 MC can't deal with my hi-tech skills
 They tight tight last all night
 Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight
 Destination on to the next plateau
 It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow

 Hook
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Copyrights:

Author: Corey Lloyd Brown, Mark Jordan (2)

Composer: ?

Publisher: Atlantic

Details:

Released in: 1997

Language: English

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