Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe) Lyrics
| Song | Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe) |
| Artist | MC Lyte |
| Album | Eyes on This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gizmo, MC Lyte, Milk | |
| (i think it's time i start feeling bitchy | |
| I've been too nice too long | |
| Yup, it's definitely time i get nasty) --> millie jackson | |
| (gon' be some shit) | |
| (hot damn, hoe) | |
| (gon' be some shit) | |
| (hot damn, hoe) | |
| (gon' be some shit) | |
| (hot) (damn) (hoe) | |
| (hot damn, hoe) | |
| (gon' be some shit) | |
| (hot damn) | |
| [ verse 1 ] | |
| Before this jam starts i'm simply stating | |
| You have all waited, now you can stop waiting | |
| Shall i ease into the disses, go 20, then 30 | |
| Or shall i got straight to 80 percent? | |
| Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed | |
| The party's not over, it's just beginning | |
| Because lyte is winning (what are you winning?) | |
| Any battle in any competition | |
| 'the gangstress'? ha, you're on a wack journey | |
| (hoe) headed for nowhere, with time to spare | |
| So i'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here | |
| I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame | |
| And i ain't out to give you what you don't have | |
| So i sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh | |
| I could diss, call you names and make fun of you | |
| (hoe) but me the lyte, i'm into speakin the truth | |
| Like a watchtower, hour by the hour | |
| Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin | |
| Milk keeps the beat (i keep the beat) | |
| With the tap of his feet (with the tap of my feet) | |
| When he count it down (when i count it down | |
| 6-7-8) lyte'll start the debate | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| (hot damn, hoe) | |
| (shut the fuck up) | |
| (hot damn, hoe) | |
| (shut the fuck up) | |
| (hot damn, hoe) | |
| (shut the fuck up) | |
| (here we) (here we) | |
| (gon' be some shit) | |
| (here we go again) | |
| [ verse 2 ] | |
| The first thing you ask yourself is why do i bother? | |
| When you should really ask: where is the father? | |
| (where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild? | |
| You get around like a cab, now that's too bad | |
| Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad? | |
| Bodily vibrations? don't make me laugh | |
| Weight watchers is waiting, here's a free pass | |
| You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin jerk | |
| And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid | |
| Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade | |
| Put on this earth just to distract me | |
| Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me | |
| You will get nowhere, the lyte is too blinding | |
| Tell me, why must i keep reminding | |
| You to step back, let the lyte shine | |
| Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| [ verse 3 ] | |
| Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon | |
| Don't dare to sleep or even prey on | |
| The lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong | |
| And the rhymes i create are made to last long | |
| Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport | |
| You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught | |
| And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own | |
| The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone | |
| Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large | |
| Step aside, lyte thee mc is in charge | |
| Don't sleep on me, i'm far, far, far from dumb | |
| So roll correctly if you decide to come | |
| Mc sucker, this is what you waited for | |
| I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war | |
| Why do you challenge me, lyte thee mc | |
| Did not you know that i am crazy? | |
| My screws are quite loose, in fact i don't have any | |
| But when it comes to rhymes, i've got many | |
| Like i said and will have to say | |
| Over and over, cause you disobey | |
| Here on this earth i reign superior | |
| One of these days i will have to get with ya | |
| Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb | |
| Cause i am the lyte, and you are just paperthin | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| [ verse 4 ] | |
| I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen | |
| You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin | |
| Now it is my duty, to all mc's | |
| To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please | |
| Now i was quite polite, nice i might add | |
| But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad | |
| But then again i don't mind, i've got someone to pick on | |
| Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on | |
| You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown | |
| Burrowin money to buy an outfit | |
| Not even good enough for a sunday picnic | |
| I ask you: do you know who you're fuckin with? | |
| With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips | |
| I'm mc lyte a/k/a mc payback | |
| Payback is a bitch, and i'm givin you no slack | |
| Unfinished business, that shit was wack | |
| So lyte made no attempt to strike back | |
| But here we go again, what is light's out? | |
| Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about? | |
| Let me say next time that you feel pissed | |
| I suggest that you don't try to diss | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| [ verse 5 ] | |
| You better watch what you say to me, cause i can get evil | |
| The things that i'm capable of are unbelievable | |
| In 10% i popped your head in a microwave | |
| I'm into blenders now, so you better behave | |
| Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted | |
| Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted | |
| Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you | |
| You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you | |
| You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack) | |
| Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back | |
| But let me school ya, lyte is runnin this show | |
| So yo, hoe, i think you oughta go | |
| Before lyte thee mc gets into it (into it) | |
| But remember, you forced me to do it | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| Yo, now you know | |
| And no one's have to battle | |
| Slime |
| zuo ci : Gizmo, MC Lyte, Milk | |
| i think it' s time i start feeling bitchy | |
| I' ve been too nice too long | |
| Yup, it' s definitely time i get nasty millie jackson | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| hot damn hoe | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| hot damn | |
| verse 1 | |
| Before this jam starts i' m simply stating | |
| You have all waited, now you can stop waiting | |
| Shall i ease into the disses, go 20, then 30 | |
| Or shall i got straight to 80 percent? | |
| Aw, it doesn' t matter, when you' re dissed, you' re dissed | |
| The party' s not over, it' s just beginning | |
| Because lyte is winning what are you winning? | |
| Any battle in any competition | |
| ' the gangstress'? ha, you' re on a wack journey | |
| hoe headed for nowhere, with time to spare | |
| So i' ma kick this rhyme right now and right here | |
| I' d tell your name, but that would give you fame | |
| And i ain' t out to give you what you don' t have | |
| So i sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh | |
| I could diss, call you names and make fun of you | |
| hoe but me the lyte, i' m into speakin the truth | |
| Like a watchtower, hour by the hour | |
| Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin | |
| Milk keeps the beat i keep the beat | |
| With the tap of his feet with the tap of my feet | |
| When he count it down when i count it down | |
| 678 lyte' ll start the debate | |
| chorus | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| shut the fuck up | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| shut the fuck up | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| shut the fuck up | |
| here we here we | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| here we go again | |
| verse 2 | |
| The first thing you ask yourself is why do i bother? | |
| When you should really ask: where is the father? | |
| where is the father? of your child, aren' t we wild? | |
| You get around like a cab, now that' s too bad | |
| Everyone has been in you, isn' t that sad? | |
| Bodily vibrations? don' t make me laugh | |
| Weight watchers is waiting, here' s a free pass | |
| You ain' t gettin loose, you fuckin jerk | |
| And you ain' t gettin paid, you' re just gettin laid | |
| Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade | |
| Put on this earth just to distract me | |
| Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me | |
| You will get nowhere, the lyte is too blinding | |
| Tell me, why must i keep reminding | |
| You to step back, let the lyte shine | |
| Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3 | |
| Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon | |
| Don' t dare to sleep or even prey on | |
| The lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong | |
| And the rhymes i create are made to last long | |
| Let me wise you up, rappin isn' t a sport | |
| You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught | |
| And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own | |
| The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone | |
| Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you' re large | |
| Step aside, lyte thee mc is in charge | |
| Don' t sleep on me, i' m far, far, far from dumb | |
| So roll correctly if you decide to come | |
| Mc sucker, this is what you waited for | |
| I' m sick of the battle, let' s go to war | |
| Why do you challenge me, lyte thee mc | |
| Did not you know that i am crazy? | |
| My screws are quite loose, in fact i don' t have any | |
| But when it comes to rhymes, i' ve got many | |
| Like i said and will have to say | |
| Over and over, cause you disobey | |
| Here on this earth i reign superior | |
| One of these days i will have to get with ya | |
| Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb | |
| Cause i am the lyte, and you are just paperthin | |
| chorus | |
| verse 4 | |
| I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen | |
| You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin | |
| Now it is my duty, to all mc' s | |
| To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please | |
| Now i was quite polite, nice i might add | |
| But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad | |
| But then again i don' t mind, i' ve got someone to pick on | |
| Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on | |
| You ain' t really down, you wigwearin clown | |
| Burrowin money to buy an outfit | |
| Not even good enough for a sunday picnic | |
| I ask you: do you know who you' re fuckin with? | |
| With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips | |
| I' m mc lyte a k a mc payback | |
| Payback is a bitch, and i' m givin you no slack | |
| Unfinished business, that shit was wack | |
| So lyte made no attempt to strike back | |
| But here we go again, what is light' s out? | |
| Let me ask what the bomboclut you achat about? | |
| Let me say next time that you feel pissed | |
| I suggest that you don' t try to diss | |
| chorus | |
| verse 5 | |
| You better watch what you say to me, cause i can get evil | |
| The things that i' m capable of are unbelievable | |
| In 10 i popped your head in a microwave | |
| I' m into blenders now, so you better behave | |
| Or put you in a toaster, because you' re gettin toasted | |
| Better yet an oven, because you' re gettin roasted | |
| Don' t listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you | |
| You ain' t dope, you can' t cope, they musta dooked you | |
| You musta had some wack crack real wack crack | |
| Sent you on a mission, and now you' re comin back | |
| But let me school ya, lyte is runnin this show | |
| So yo, hoe, i think you oughta go | |
| Before lyte thee mc gets into it into it | |
| But remember, you forced me to do it | |
| chorus | |
| Yo, now you know | |
| And no one' s have to battle | |
| Slime |
| zuò cí : Gizmo, MC Lyte, Milk | |
| i think it' s time i start feeling bitchy | |
| I' ve been too nice too long | |
| Yup, it' s definitely time i get nasty millie jackson | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| hot damn hoe | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| hot damn | |
| verse 1 | |
| Before this jam starts i' m simply stating | |
| You have all waited, now you can stop waiting | |
| Shall i ease into the disses, go 20, then 30 | |
| Or shall i got straight to 80 percent? | |
| Aw, it doesn' t matter, when you' re dissed, you' re dissed | |
| The party' s not over, it' s just beginning | |
| Because lyte is winning what are you winning? | |
| Any battle in any competition | |
| ' the gangstress'? ha, you' re on a wack journey | |
| hoe headed for nowhere, with time to spare | |
| So i' ma kick this rhyme right now and right here | |
| I' d tell your name, but that would give you fame | |
| And i ain' t out to give you what you don' t have | |
| So i sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh | |
| I could diss, call you names and make fun of you | |
| hoe but me the lyte, i' m into speakin the truth | |
| Like a watchtower, hour by the hour | |
| Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin | |
| Milk keeps the beat i keep the beat | |
| With the tap of his feet with the tap of my feet | |
| When he count it down when i count it down | |
| 678 lyte' ll start the debate | |
| chorus | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| shut the fuck up | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| shut the fuck up | |
| hot damn, hoe | |
| shut the fuck up | |
| here we here we | |
| gon' be some shit | |
| here we go again | |
| verse 2 | |
| The first thing you ask yourself is why do i bother? | |
| When you should really ask: where is the father? | |
| where is the father? of your child, aren' t we wild? | |
| You get around like a cab, now that' s too bad | |
| Everyone has been in you, isn' t that sad? | |
| Bodily vibrations? don' t make me laugh | |
| Weight watchers is waiting, here' s a free pass | |
| You ain' t gettin loose, you fuckin jerk | |
| And you ain' t gettin paid, you' re just gettin laid | |
| Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade | |
| Put on this earth just to distract me | |
| Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me | |
| You will get nowhere, the lyte is too blinding | |
| Tell me, why must i keep reminding | |
| You to step back, let the lyte shine | |
| Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3 | |
| Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon | |
| Don' t dare to sleep or even prey on | |
| The lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong | |
| And the rhymes i create are made to last long | |
| Let me wise you up, rappin isn' t a sport | |
| You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught | |
| And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own | |
| The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone | |
| Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you' re large | |
| Step aside, lyte thee mc is in charge | |
| Don' t sleep on me, i' m far, far, far from dumb | |
| So roll correctly if you decide to come | |
| Mc sucker, this is what you waited for | |
| I' m sick of the battle, let' s go to war | |
| Why do you challenge me, lyte thee mc | |
| Did not you know that i am crazy? | |
| My screws are quite loose, in fact i don' t have any | |
| But when it comes to rhymes, i' ve got many | |
| Like i said and will have to say | |
| Over and over, cause you disobey | |
| Here on this earth i reign superior | |
| One of these days i will have to get with ya | |
| Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb | |
| Cause i am the lyte, and you are just paperthin | |
| chorus | |
| verse 4 | |
| I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen | |
| You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin | |
| Now it is my duty, to all mc' s | |
| To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please | |
| Now i was quite polite, nice i might add | |
| But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad | |
| But then again i don' t mind, i' ve got someone to pick on | |
| Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on | |
| You ain' t really down, you wigwearin clown | |
| Burrowin money to buy an outfit | |
| Not even good enough for a sunday picnic | |
| I ask you: do you know who you' re fuckin with? | |
| With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips | |
| I' m mc lyte a k a mc payback | |
| Payback is a bitch, and i' m givin you no slack | |
| Unfinished business, that shit was wack | |
| So lyte made no attempt to strike back | |
| But here we go again, what is light' s out? | |
| Let me ask what the bomboclut you achat about? | |
| Let me say next time that you feel pissed | |
| I suggest that you don' t try to diss | |
| chorus | |
| verse 5 | |
| You better watch what you say to me, cause i can get evil | |
| The things that i' m capable of are unbelievable | |
| In 10 i popped your head in a microwave | |
| I' m into blenders now, so you better behave | |
| Or put you in a toaster, because you' re gettin toasted | |
| Better yet an oven, because you' re gettin roasted | |
| Don' t listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you | |
| You ain' t dope, you can' t cope, they musta dooked you | |
| You musta had some wack crack real wack crack | |
| Sent you on a mission, and now you' re comin back | |
| But let me school ya, lyte is runnin this show | |
| So yo, hoe, i think you oughta go | |
| Before lyte thee mc gets into it into it | |
| But remember, you forced me to do it | |
| chorus | |
| Yo, now you know | |
| And no one' s have to battle | |
| Slime |
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