Yoke the Joker!!!! *laughter*
Intro: Treach
There are too many overnight MC’s but one And too many wacked who haven’t paid dues You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit and we are Naughty By Nature and we will just do by terminating you
Verse 1: Treach
I can snap rap pack click clack patter pat pat Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one If I was born in Chung Li’s temple I would’ve turned out a shogun Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can’t hawk And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk I ain’t a punk, I’ll slot’cha, furthermore I don’t scare chief The reason I called you ‘pussy’ cos you are what you eat, each look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe Don’t speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op How dare you even try me? Don’t you know you be funky, while you’re smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle Hot, wild, raw, whores’ still suave *laughter* Check out this style that I’ve soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky semi-social, never seem sloppy See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy We see so-so-songs and some shots, so snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system Smoke the joker, three times over and owe her, go with the flow or I’m about to yoke a joker
Verse 2: Treach
All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do You’re ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards Let’s giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up Grab your microphone, battle time shown up Any freestyle I see while I prowl I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow Another victory, it’s mystery I smoke your skull, your brain’ll come blistery All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he get the things he needs? Remember how blistery? You ain’t ready for the Freddy of rap You can’t kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me slicin your life away, just like I might today I eat you the psycho way, I’m rippin shit right away…… I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slut You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like You couldn’t wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight All luck y’all, look at the props y’all So proud I’m sure, suck my encore’s Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo I’ll smoke ya It’s time to yoke the joker
Verse 3: Treach
The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie is if your father would’ve bothered to pull it out early You ain’t got a single drip drop, you’re stripped of hip-hop If I see ya disagreein, you’ll be gettin your shit dropped It’s extended version, the side you can’t fuck with You’ll get the jimmy MC, you’re swift to kick the bucket I’m tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high Never would you ever get the thriller, say y’all sweat “Y’know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat” Because you know I’m better than that on my worst day Takin competition’s what I do in the worst way Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya The proof is in the footin, my collar ain’t wooden It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children Physically, facially, racially made to be crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be Hot damn, I’m a man with a hand plan This smack that then attract the new game plan Eat your bi
This is the north part of Yonker Their home A whole world all to itself You could get to any borough 30 minutes from here It might as well be 3,000 miles away Over there, that’s Alexander Street Precinct The sounds of the sirens fill the neighbornood It was around 1997 L-O-X was the sound of the street (*short clip of a song by the Lox*) Felt like there was a Bad Boy in every corner back then Was the time then Mike Tyson was about to fight Holyfield For the heavyweight title Tyson was that nigga, word up Pops used to sneak us into the gambling spot To watch the fight on pay-per-view That’s Gettys Square That’s where everything went down at I’ll talk to y’all about that later Over there That’s the hill That’s where we got rated at Cops battling A little red house 59, Chestnut Street, second floor That’s the lookout store Ayo when shit was moving slow at the spot All you would here is… |
I’m a poor peasant boy, I’m a dirt farmer’s son And I feel like a king when I know that my work is all done. For at twilight I know, there’s a place I must go To sing my song of love for one who waits all alone. Yote amo Maria, Maria amor, yote amo Maria, Maria mi amor.
Oh the beautiful sights, of the great city lights Where most people must run to try to have fun, not for me. For this woman of mine, is much sweeter than wine And I spend all the time I can find with my Marie. Yote amo Maria, Maria amor, yote amo Maria, Maria mi amor.
Oh the joy of my life, will one day be my wife And we’ll spend all our days watching the world roll on by. When her time comes to fly, to that home in the sky I pray the angels above will love her as much as I. Yote amo Maria, Maria amor, yote amo Maria, Maria mi amor. |
Snoop Dogg (Q-Tip):
I put it down for the LBC (I put it down for a place called Queens) You know I represent the 213 (I hold it down for the big city) I keep it gangsta for all my young g’s (All the P-Y-T’s with they own car keys) I put it down for all the ladies its all about you
(Raphael Saadiq) I tried to look the other way But there you passed me by I saw you holding Q Tips hand And girl danm near died They way you hold that cosmo Just fits you to a tee But I just wish that you was sitting Right next to me I wonder what was God’s mind The day that he made you I know he wrote a new commandment After he was through But every time i see you I find something new I just gotta have you
Chorus: repeat 2X
I really want you I just gotta have you
(Raphael Saadiq) Me and nephew snoop was eating At the serving spoon And my partner skin it back Was sitting with us too And all of a sudden Your body was inside I couldn’t finish breakfast Now something just aint right Now snoop was looking like What the hell is wrong with you I said I know you understand Youve been through a few But this one is special Special to me Is it my imagination killing me
Chorus: repeat 2X
I really want you I just gotta have you
(Snoop Dogg) I just can’t fake it no more I can’t take it no more I need you in my life for sure My wife for sure No turning back It’s on and crackin’ Pure satisfaction Girl that’s what’s haps
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