a minute now This can't go on much longer" I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa" Over and over, over and over Over and over, over and over
Перевод: MC5. Over And Over.
but you're never over And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And I miss you (oh) I just miss you
think you goin. where you think you goin. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the unit for the 9-8. Flipmode squad baby. that’s my word. All you sucker mc’s, try
And it's like, okay, basically We get shitfaced and crazy We're screaming "FUCK THE POLICE!" J-just like easy (??) and Charlie We mix it over a heartbeat, and
over here, Mr. DJ, (Ladies and Gentlemen), And we will, we will rock you, Lets shake [Missy] I shake it like jello, And make the boys say hello, Cause
-E-A-T I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run) The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And
I sit you on my gurney And lead you to an anestetic breather If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right Casue being fake ain
in effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta
I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where you are! [I] And where you are! [C] Party over here, party over there [I] Where
hittin' And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin' And cable clippin', still sickenin' Even though some people ain't admitting Through they system I keeps it kickin' And
Doc who be arousin' police My underground funk be plowin' the streets So if you claimin' you the best MC Bring your arm over here and handcuff me We
wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots torn Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's By arid actions try MC
it over here, Mr. DJ (Ladies and Gentleman) And we will, we will rock you (Let's shake) I shake it like Jello And make the boys say hello ?Cause they
down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds Nigga it's, hip hop Yeah, yeah, we started from nothin' a couple MC's Beat boxin', the crowd in the lunch room Me and
street, now over stand Grade school mathematics examining thugs They discuss bloods, crips, techs, jamming and drugs I speak of world peace, war, famine, and
be doing they thang To MC's, behind ropes, who had titles to claim This is hip hop (Then white takes C4, and C5, and C6) (C5, Queen E5, E5, 95, Bishop
