| Song | On The Bugged Tip |
| Artist | Big Daddy Kane |
| Album | Long Live The Kane |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Big Daddy Kane | |
| Yo, on the | |
| M-I-C right about now, | |
| I go by the name of | |
| Big Daddy | |
| Kane. I got my man | |
| Scoob Lover on the side of me, | |
| DJ Mister | |
| Cee on the wheels of steel, | |
| Dre on the film and | |
| Marley on the boards. | |
| We gonna do a little something like this: [Big Daddy:] | |
| Some like it hard and some like it soft, yo, bust the groove as | |
| I set it off. [Scoob:] | |
| But wait a minute... ...yo | |
| Scoob, what's up? | |
| Pardon me a moment as | |
| I interrupt. | |
| For what? | |
| For this: [both singing] | |
| You like the stylish clothes we wear, and you like our flat-top style of hair. | |
| It's just those bugged out things we do that make the girles wanna stare. | |
| Like when we're chillin' with the crew. | |
| Or drinkin' that | |
| Old English brew. (both) | |
| Straight from the bottle not the cup, | |
| And it gets us more than just ****ed uuuuup... | |
| And I like it yall.. ..like it yall... like it yall... ...like it yall. | |
| Scoob Lover, won't you hype it yall? | |
| Well, I'm the | |
| S-C double- | |
| O B-L-O-V- | |
| E-R- uh. Ladies come to me, | |
| I'll be your midnight horror. | |
| Need a flat top? | |
| Come to Scoob, | |
| I'm the barber. | |
| Of Da Ville. | |
| And that's right. | |
| Try to step to us, watch what you get, | |
| Cuz me and | |
| Big Daddy's not havin' it. | |
| Well, it's the | |
| Big Daddy, so all hail. | |
| Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. | |
| Pass the Old | |
| Gold, trash the ale, cash your food stamps, get the | |
| WIC out the mail. | |
| Love to eat shrimps, but | |
| I never eat snail. | |
| Eat a whole fish except for the tail. | |
| Keep food in the fridge so it don't get stale, and when there's nothing to eat, | |
| I bite my nails. | |
| So Scoob Lover, you know your rhymes are kickin', get on the mic, cuz you know you eat chicken. | |
| Now-now-now, | |
| I'm-a place a order for a | |
| Scooby snack, | |
| Not at the | |
| Chinese restaurant becuse | |
| I don't eat cats. | |
| Now who in the world can ever eat these? | |
| When I'm at home, | |
| I chow down with ease, and say "More beef sausage, mom, please?" | |
| That's right, | |
| Mommy Dukes, she feeds me swell. | |
| Coffee on the table, orange juice as well. | |
| Some of the things | |
| I say are outspoken, guaranteed to have you chokin'. | |
| Bitin' MCs are the one | |
| I'm yokin'. | |
| Kane, I'm outta here, | |
| I guess I'll use my token. | |
| I'll walk through the gate if the turnstile's broken. | |
| Big Daddy, if you're down with me, get on the mic on the count of three; | |
| One, two, three... | |
| Now I'm a black brother that's out to succeed, so step aside as | |
| I take the lead. | |
| Sexy young ladies of a light-skinned breed. * | |
| You got-you got-you got what | |
| I need!* Outstanding, kind, cool and loyal. | |
| Drove all the way to | |
| Maco just to change my oil. | |
| Cuz I'm the only child, you might think | |
| I'm spoiled. | |
| Touch the young ladies make their blood pressure boil. | |
| I got the ...hmm...hiccups, excuse me, sorry. | |
| Score a 100 | |
| Gs every time | |
| I play Atari. | |
| Put a hole in the | |
| Old Gold, blast the | |
| Bacardi. On the dance floor, hype moves | |
| I be freakin'. | |
| Makin' new steps up every single weekend. | |
| Not Abbot and | |
| Costello or | |
| Laurel and | |
| Hardy, I'm only here to | |
| PAR-TY! Yo, check it out, check it out. | |
| Turn the music down, turn the music down. turn the music down...here we go (here we go)... | |
| We gonna end it like this in the place yall. | |
| It's like this yall, and you don't stop. | |
| Now, the name | |
| Kane is superior to many people; it means | |
| King Asiatic | |
| Nobody's Equal. | |
| I hate to brag, but damn | |
| I'm good! | |
| And if mics were a gun, | |
| I'd be Clint | |
| Eastwood. | |
| And if rap was a game, | |
| I'd be MVP: | |
| Most Valuable | |
| Poet on the | |
| M-I-C. And if rap was a school, | |
| I'd be the principal. | |
| Aw **** it, the | |
| Kane is invincible. | |
| To be specific, | |
| I may die one day but my rhymes will remain like a heiroglyphic. | |
| It's a certain special skill, that takes much practice. | |
| I got it good; apparently you lack this. | |
| So in turn, sit back and learn, listen close, this is for your own concern. | |
| Let me show ya, exactly how it's properly done: | |
| Lights, Camera, | |
| Action! [laughter] |
| zuo ci : Big Daddy Kane | |
| Yo, on the | |
| MIC right about now, | |
| I go by the name of | |
| Big Daddy | |
| Kane. I got my man | |
| Scoob Lover on the side of me, | |
| DJ Mister | |
| Cee on the wheels of steel, | |
| Dre on the film and | |
| Marley on the boards. | |
| We gonna do a little something like this: Big Daddy: | |
| Some like it hard and some like it soft, yo, bust the groove as | |
| I set it off. Scoob: | |
| But wait a minute... ... yo | |
| Scoob, what' s up? | |
| Pardon me a moment as | |
| I interrupt. | |
| For what? | |
| For this: both singing | |
| You like the stylish clothes we wear, and you like our flattop style of hair. | |
| It' s just those bugged out things we do that make the girles wanna stare. | |
| Like when we' re chillin' with the crew. | |
| Or drinkin' that | |
| Old English brew. both | |
| Straight from the bottle not the cup, | |
| And it gets us more than just ed uuuuup... | |
| And I like it yall.. .. like it yall... like it yall... ... like it yall. | |
| Scoob Lover, won' t you hype it yall? | |
| Well, I' m the | |
| SC double | |
| O BLOV | |
| ER uh. Ladies come to me, | |
| I' ll be your midnight horror. | |
| Need a flat top? | |
| Come to Scoob, | |
| I' m the barber. | |
| Of Da Ville. | |
| And that' s right. | |
| Try to step to us, watch what you get, | |
| Cuz me and | |
| Big Daddy' s not havin' it. | |
| Well, it' s the | |
| Big Daddy, so all hail. | |
| Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. | |
| Pass the Old | |
| Gold, trash the ale, cash your food stamps, get the | |
| WIC out the mail. | |
| Love to eat shrimps, but | |
| I never eat snail. | |
| Eat a whole fish except for the tail. | |
| Keep food in the fridge so it don' t get stale, and when there' s nothing to eat, | |
| I bite my nails. | |
| So Scoob Lover, you know your rhymes are kickin', get on the mic, cuz you know you eat chicken. | |
| Nownownow, | |
| I' ma place a order for a | |
| Scooby snack, | |
| Not at the | |
| Chinese restaurant becuse | |
| I don' t eat cats. | |
| Now who in the world can ever eat these? | |
| When I' m at home, | |
| I chow down with ease, and say " More beef sausage, mom, please?" | |
| That' s right, | |
| Mommy Dukes, she feeds me swell. | |
| Coffee on the table, orange juice as well. | |
| Some of the things | |
| I say are outspoken, guaranteed to have you chokin'. | |
| Bitin' MCs are the one | |
| I' m yokin'. | |
| Kane, I' m outta here, | |
| I guess I' ll use my token. | |
| I' ll walk through the gate if the turnstile' s broken. | |
| Big Daddy, if you' re down with me, get on the mic on the count of three | |
| One, two, three... | |
| Now I' m a black brother that' s out to succeed, so step aside as | |
| I take the lead. | |
| Sexy young ladies of a lightskinned breed. | |
| You gotyou gotyou got what | |
| I need! Outstanding, kind, cool and loyal. | |
| Drove all the way to | |
| Maco just to change my oil. | |
| Cuz I' m the only child, you might think | |
| I' m spoiled. | |
| Touch the young ladies make their blood pressure boil. | |
| I got the ... hmm... hiccups, excuse me, sorry. | |
| Score a 100 | |
| Gs every time | |
| I play Atari. | |
| Put a hole in the | |
| Old Gold, blast the | |
| Bacardi. On the dance floor, hype moves | |
| I be freakin'. | |
| Makin' new steps up every single weekend. | |
| Not Abbot and | |
| Costello or | |
| Laurel and | |
| Hardy, I' m only here to | |
| PARTY! Yo, check it out, check it out. | |
| Turn the music down, turn the music down. turn the music down... here we go here we go... | |
| We gonna end it like this in the place yall. | |
| It' s like this yall, and you don' t stop. | |
| Now, the name | |
| Kane is superior to many people it means | |
| King Asiatic | |
| Nobody' s Equal. | |
| I hate to brag, but damn | |
| I' m good! | |
| And if mics were a gun, | |
| I' d be Clint | |
| Eastwood. | |
| And if rap was a game, | |
| I' d be MVP: | |
| Most Valuable | |
| Poet on the | |
| MIC. And if rap was a school, | |
| I' d be the principal. | |
| Aw it, the | |
| Kane is invincible. | |
| To be specific, | |
| I may die one day but my rhymes will remain like a heiroglyphic. | |
| It' s a certain special skill, that takes much practice. | |
| I got it good apparently you lack this. | |
| So in turn, sit back and learn, listen close, this is for your own concern. | |
| Let me show ya, exactly how it' s properly done: | |
| Lights, Camera, | |
| Action! laughter |
| zuò cí : Big Daddy Kane | |
| Yo, on the | |
| MIC right about now, | |
| I go by the name of | |
| Big Daddy | |
| Kane. I got my man | |
| Scoob Lover on the side of me, | |
| DJ Mister | |
| Cee on the wheels of steel, | |
| Dre on the film and | |
| Marley on the boards. | |
| We gonna do a little something like this: Big Daddy: | |
| Some like it hard and some like it soft, yo, bust the groove as | |
| I set it off. Scoob: | |
| But wait a minute... ... yo | |
| Scoob, what' s up? | |
| Pardon me a moment as | |
| I interrupt. | |
| For what? | |
| For this: both singing | |
| You like the stylish clothes we wear, and you like our flattop style of hair. | |
| It' s just those bugged out things we do that make the girles wanna stare. | |
| Like when we' re chillin' with the crew. | |
| Or drinkin' that | |
| Old English brew. both | |
| Straight from the bottle not the cup, | |
| And it gets us more than just ed uuuuup... | |
| And I like it yall.. .. like it yall... like it yall... ... like it yall. | |
| Scoob Lover, won' t you hype it yall? | |
| Well, I' m the | |
| SC double | |
| O BLOV | |
| ER uh. Ladies come to me, | |
| I' ll be your midnight horror. | |
| Need a flat top? | |
| Come to Scoob, | |
| I' m the barber. | |
| Of Da Ville. | |
| And that' s right. | |
| Try to step to us, watch what you get, | |
| Cuz me and | |
| Big Daddy' s not havin' it. | |
| Well, it' s the | |
| Big Daddy, so all hail. | |
| Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. | |
| Pass the Old | |
| Gold, trash the ale, cash your food stamps, get the | |
| WIC out the mail. | |
| Love to eat shrimps, but | |
| I never eat snail. | |
| Eat a whole fish except for the tail. | |
| Keep food in the fridge so it don' t get stale, and when there' s nothing to eat, | |
| I bite my nails. | |
| So Scoob Lover, you know your rhymes are kickin', get on the mic, cuz you know you eat chicken. | |
| Nownownow, | |
| I' ma place a order for a | |
| Scooby snack, | |
| Not at the | |
| Chinese restaurant becuse | |
| I don' t eat cats. | |
| Now who in the world can ever eat these? | |
| When I' m at home, | |
| I chow down with ease, and say " More beef sausage, mom, please?" | |
| That' s right, | |
| Mommy Dukes, she feeds me swell. | |
| Coffee on the table, orange juice as well. | |
| Some of the things | |
| I say are outspoken, guaranteed to have you chokin'. | |
| Bitin' MCs are the one | |
| I' m yokin'. | |
| Kane, I' m outta here, | |
| I guess I' ll use my token. | |
| I' ll walk through the gate if the turnstile' s broken. | |
| Big Daddy, if you' re down with me, get on the mic on the count of three | |
| One, two, three... | |
| Now I' m a black brother that' s out to succeed, so step aside as | |
| I take the lead. | |
| Sexy young ladies of a lightskinned breed. | |
| You gotyou gotyou got what | |
| I need! Outstanding, kind, cool and loyal. | |
| Drove all the way to | |
| Maco just to change my oil. | |
| Cuz I' m the only child, you might think | |
| I' m spoiled. | |
| Touch the young ladies make their blood pressure boil. | |
| I got the ... hmm... hiccups, excuse me, sorry. | |
| Score a 100 | |
| Gs every time | |
| I play Atari. | |
| Put a hole in the | |
| Old Gold, blast the | |
| Bacardi. On the dance floor, hype moves | |
| I be freakin'. | |
| Makin' new steps up every single weekend. | |
| Not Abbot and | |
| Costello or | |
| Laurel and | |
| Hardy, I' m only here to | |
| PARTY! Yo, check it out, check it out. | |
| Turn the music down, turn the music down. turn the music down... here we go here we go... | |
| We gonna end it like this in the place yall. | |
| It' s like this yall, and you don' t stop. | |
| Now, the name | |
| Kane is superior to many people it means | |
| King Asiatic | |
| Nobody' s Equal. | |
| I hate to brag, but damn | |
| I' m good! | |
| And if mics were a gun, | |
| I' d be Clint | |
| Eastwood. | |
| And if rap was a game, | |
| I' d be MVP: | |
| Most Valuable | |
| Poet on the | |
| MIC. And if rap was a school, | |
| I' d be the principal. | |
| Aw it, the | |
| Kane is invincible. | |
| To be specific, | |
| I may die one day but my rhymes will remain like a heiroglyphic. | |
| It' s a certain special skill, that takes much practice. | |
| I got it good apparently you lack this. | |
| So in turn, sit back and learn, listen close, this is for your own concern. | |
| Let me show ya, exactly how it' s properly done: | |
| Lights, Camera, | |
| Action! laughter |