Testo Get It Poppin - Nobody Beats the Beats feat. Erick Sermon
Testo della canzone Get It Poppin (Nobody Beats the Beats feat. Erick Sermon), tratta dall'album Drops From Above
Uh, one, two, and you don't stop till
The b- beat y'all and you don't stop
Free, uh, free y'all and you don't stop
Huh
Yeah
Uh
It's Erick Sermon and Knick knack patty wack, give a dog a bone
It's them on the beat, I'm on the microphone
Chicky check how we do it
Uh
Uh
My influence is heavy
Uh
I got my own rap library, books of shit
And shows I rip like a pair of jeans of paper
My squad stand tall like skyscrapers
We got flavor
Beat me?
Shit
We bring noise, the Green Eyed Bandit
Who you fucking with, bruh?
Huh?
Please don't sleep
Uh
I'm a quiet storm like Mobb Deep that
Brings thunder up under the beat
Know what I mean?
This groove's the son of a bitch, so I must prostitute it
Uh-huh
Ho it and sell this on the strip
Word up
So go ahead and work it, sonny
Yeah
Promote that street and make this money
It's as easy as one, two, three, A, B, C, D, E, F
Squad is hard, so y'all buck a shot
Huh
We get it popping whatever you wan do
Bring it to your face whenever you want to
Make you dance or relax with your crew
I can handle it however you want to
Huh
This here is real my, nigga
Say what?
So what the deal, my nigga?
Uh
Relax and chill, my nigga
Uh
I can handle it however you want to
It ain't hard to tell life's a bitch, but I got
One love just for those who choose to represent
Uh-huh
Throw your clique up
Yeah
Put your hands in the air like a stickup
Like this?
I'm Slick Rick, what?
Huh?
I'm from the home of the breakbeat
What we do, what it takes to eat
And E-Dub was hungry
Yeah
So I fry some chicken thighs, breasts
And wings and then drop It's My Thing
From there, Pandemonium
Now I'm at the Grammys at the podium saying
"What's up?" to my fans promoting them
Girls are crazy now
They like stanning me
I'm Slim Shady now
Y'all see?
Look
The C-Dub on the mic, no mistaking from New York to Copenhagen
They two-way paging me
Hey, dog
You the ultramaximatic MC
It's E from EPMD
We get it popping whatever you wan do
Bring it to your face whenever you want to
Make you dance or relax with your crew
I can handle it however you want to
Huh
This here is real my nigga
Say what?
So what the deal, my nigga?
Uh
Relax and chill, my nigga
Uh
I can handle it however you want to
So, so, so what you want to do?
Hey
Erick Sermon
Feel this shit
Knick knack
Got the beats that'll make you say yes
So fresh
Not to mention DJ Noise cutting it up and completely destroying it
And DJ Typhoon, the man with the master plan
Credits
Writer(s): Laust Juel Jeppesen, Rolf S. Hede, Erick S Sermon
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