Song | Come Clean (Dirty Rotten Scoundrel Mix) |
Artist | Jeru the Damaja |
Album | Come Clean |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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[by:九九Lrc歌词网~www.99Lrc.net] | |
[Verse 1] | |
[00:21.66] | You wanna front, what, jump up and get bucked |
[00:24.18] | If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck |
[00:26.80] | I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot flambé |
[00:29.57] | Your nine spray, my mind spray |
[00:32.58] | Malignant mist that'll leave Kant defunkt |
[00:34.95] | The result's your remains stuffed in a car trunk |
[00:37.57] | You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that yang |
[00:40.24] | You won't survive get live catching wreck is our thing |
[00:42.95] | I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang |
[00:45.36] | The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang |
[00:47.98] | I'm a true master you can check my credentials |
[00:50.76] | Cause I choose to use my infinite potential |
[00:53.42] | Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky flow |
[00:56.14] | Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba |
[00:59.46] | So deep that you can't scuba dive |
[01:01.72] | My jive's origin is unknown like the Jubas |
[01:04.37] | I've accumulated honeys all across the map |
[01:06.58] | Cause I'd rather bust a nut than bust a cap |
[01:09.45] | In your back in fact my rap snaps your sacroilliac |
[01:12.07] | I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac |
[01:14.62] | My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate |
[01:17.58] | It's meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed state |
[01:20.15] | Stagnate nonsense, for if you persist |
[01:22.67] | You'll get your snotbox bust you press up on this |
[01:25.33] | I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip |
[01:28.15] | You don't know enough math to count the mics that I've ripped |
[01:30.85] | Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit |
[Hook] | |
[01:34.14] | Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit! |
(Scratched x4) | |
[Verse 2] | |
[01:47.61] | Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget |
[01:50.06] | Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it |
[01:52.62] | Unplug it on chumps with the gangster babble |
[01:55.19] | Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle |
[01:58.00] | You're rattling on and on and ain't saying nothing |
[02:00.62] | That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten |
[02:03.38] | Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw |
[02:05.85] | I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw |
[02:08.36] | Made frauds bleed every time I g'd |
[02:11.17] | Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed |
[02:13.97] | Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson |
[02:16.98] | When I'm busting ass and breaking backs |
[02:19.64] | Inhale the putrified aroma |
[02:21.60] | Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma |
[02:24.27] | Toast the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka |
[02:26.69] | And bring your clique cause I'm a hard rock knocker |
[02:29.46] | I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the plank |
[02:32.72] | Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot blanks |
[02:35.29] | When the East is in the house you should come equipped |
[Hook x2] | |
[02:38.27] | Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit! |
[02:41.05] | Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit! |
[Verse 3] | |
[03:02.40] | Fly like a jet, sting like a hornet |
[03:05.22] | Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it |
[03:07.68] | Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools no joke |
[03:10.45] | With styles more fatal than second hand smoke |
[03:12.96] | Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor |
[03:15.47] | Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center |
[03:18.33] | Come with the super trooper on his assault mission |
[03:21.01] | The tek's technique cause he's a technician |
[03:23.66] | Wishing he'll go away won't help the weapons stop |
[03:26.18] | The skills are shot cause any idiot can let off a Glock |
[03:28.99] | Hard rocks melt in the clutch of the sun toucher |
[03:31.47] | You claim you got beef on the streets, so what ya |
[03:34.32] | Gonna do when real niggas roll up on you |
[03:37.65] | And you don't got your crew |
[03:39.36] | Pull your Glock but you don't got the heart |
[03:41.78] | You was webbed straight from the start |
[03:44.54] | Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it |
[03:47.25] | Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it |
[03:49.97] | Just for fronting you got that ass whipped |
[Hook x3] | |
[03:53.30] | Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit! |
[03:55.66] | Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit! |
[03:58.43] | Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit! |
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by: jiu jiu Lrc ge ci wang www. 99Lrc. net | |
Verse 1 | |
[00:21.66] | You wanna front, what, jump up and get bucked |
[00:24.18] | If you' re feeling lucky duck then press your luck |
[00:26.80] | I snatch fake gangster MCs and make ' em faggot flambe |
[00:29.57] | Your nine spray, my mind spray |
[00:32.58] | Malignant mist that' ll leave Kant defunkt |
[00:34.95] | The result' s your remains stuffed in a car trunk |
[00:37.57] | You couldn' t come to the jungles of the East popping that yang |
[00:40.24] | You won' t survive get live catching wreck is our thing |
[00:42.95] | I don' t gang bang or shoot out bang bang |
[00:45.36] | The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang |
[00:47.98] | I' m a true master you can check my credentials |
[00:50.76] | Cause I choose to use my infinite potential |
[00:53.42] | Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky flow |
[00:56.14] | Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba |
[00:59.46] | So deep that you can' t scuba dive |
[01:01.72] | My jive' s origin is unknown like the Jubas |
[01:04.37] | I' ve accumulated honeys all across the map |
[01:06.58] | Cause I' d rather bust a nut than bust a cap |
[01:09.45] | In your back in fact my rap snaps your sacroilliac |
[01:12.07] | I' m the mack so I don' t need to tote a Mac |
[01:14.62] | My attack is purely mental and its nature' s not hate |
[01:17.58] | It' s meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed state |
[01:20.15] | Stagnate nonsense, for if you persist |
[01:22.67] | You' ll get your snotbox bust you press up on this |
[01:25.33] | I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip |
[01:28.15] | You don' t know enough math to count the mics that I' ve ripped |
[01:30.85] | Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit |
Hook | |
[01:34.14] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
Scratched x4 | |
Verse 2 | |
[01:47.61] | Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget |
[01:50.06] | Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it |
[01:52.62] | Unplug it on chumps with the gangster babble |
[01:55.19] | Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle |
[01:58.00] | You' re rattling on and on and ain' t saying nothing |
[02:00.62] | That' s why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten |
[02:03.38] | Have you forgotten, I' ll tap your jaw |
[02:05.85] | I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw |
[02:08.36] | Made frauds bleed every time I g' d |
[02:11.17] | Cause I' ve perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed |
[02:13.97] | Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson |
[02:16.98] | When I' m busting ass and breaking backs |
[02:19.64] | Inhale the putrified aroma |
[02:21.60] | Breathe too deep and you' ll wind up coma |
[02:24.27] | Toast the king I' m hard like a fifth of vodka |
[02:26.69] | And bring your clique cause I' m a hard rock knocker |
[02:29.46] | I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the plank |
[02:32.72] | Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot blanks |
[02:35.29] | When the East is in the house you should come equipped |
Hook x2 | |
[02:38.27] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
[02:41.05] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
Verse 3 | |
[03:02.40] | Fly like a jet, sting like a hornet |
[03:05.22] | Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it |
[03:07.68] | Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools no joke |
[03:10.45] | With styles more fatal than second hand smoke |
[03:12.96] | Don' t provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor |
[03:15.47] | Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center |
[03:18.33] | Come with the super trooper on his assault mission |
[03:21.01] | The tek' s technique cause he' s a technician |
[03:23.66] | Wishing he' ll go away won' t help the weapons stop |
[03:26.18] | The skills are shot cause any idiot can let off a Glock |
[03:28.99] | Hard rocks melt in the clutch of the sun toucher |
[03:31.47] | You claim you got beef on the streets, so what ya |
[03:34.32] | Gonna do when real niggas roll up on you |
[03:37.65] | And you don' t got your crew |
[03:39.36] | Pull your Glock but you don' t got the heart |
[03:41.78] | You was webbed straight from the start |
[03:44.54] | Bought a tool and didn' t learn how to use it |
[03:47.25] | Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it |
[03:49.97] | Just for fronting you got that ass whipped |
Hook x3 | |
[03:53.30] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
[03:55.66] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
[03:58.43] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
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by: jiǔ jiǔ Lrc gē cí wǎng www. 99Lrc. net | |
Verse 1 | |
[00:21.66] | You wanna front, what, jump up and get bucked |
[00:24.18] | If you' re feeling lucky duck then press your luck |
[00:26.80] | I snatch fake gangster MCs and make ' em faggot flambé |
[00:29.57] | Your nine spray, my mind spray |
[00:32.58] | Malignant mist that' ll leave Kant defunkt |
[00:34.95] | The result' s your remains stuffed in a car trunk |
[00:37.57] | You couldn' t come to the jungles of the East popping that yang |
[00:40.24] | You won' t survive get live catching wreck is our thing |
[00:42.95] | I don' t gang bang or shoot out bang bang |
[00:45.36] | The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang |
[00:47.98] | I' m a true master you can check my credentials |
[00:50.76] | Cause I choose to use my infinite potential |
[00:53.42] | Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky flow |
[00:56.14] | Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba |
[00:59.46] | So deep that you can' t scuba dive |
[01:01.72] | My jive' s origin is unknown like the Jubas |
[01:04.37] | I' ve accumulated honeys all across the map |
[01:06.58] | Cause I' d rather bust a nut than bust a cap |
[01:09.45] | In your back in fact my rap snaps your sacroilliac |
[01:12.07] | I' m the mack so I don' t need to tote a Mac |
[01:14.62] | My attack is purely mental and its nature' s not hate |
[01:17.58] | It' s meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed state |
[01:20.15] | Stagnate nonsense, for if you persist |
[01:22.67] | You' ll get your snotbox bust you press up on this |
[01:25.33] | I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip |
[01:28.15] | You don' t know enough math to count the mics that I' ve ripped |
[01:30.85] | Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit |
Hook | |
[01:34.14] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
Scratched x4 | |
Verse 2 | |
[01:47.61] | Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget |
[01:50.06] | Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it |
[01:52.62] | Unplug it on chumps with the gangster babble |
[01:55.19] | Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle |
[01:58.00] | You' re rattling on and on and ain' t saying nothing |
[02:00.62] | That' s why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten |
[02:03.38] | Have you forgotten, I' ll tap your jaw |
[02:05.85] | I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw |
[02:08.36] | Made frauds bleed every time I g' d |
[02:11.17] | Cause I' ve perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed |
[02:13.97] | Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson |
[02:16.98] | When I' m busting ass and breaking backs |
[02:19.64] | Inhale the putrified aroma |
[02:21.60] | Breathe too deep and you' ll wind up coma |
[02:24.27] | Toast the king I' m hard like a fifth of vodka |
[02:26.69] | And bring your clique cause I' m a hard rock knocker |
[02:29.46] | I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the plank |
[02:32.72] | Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot blanks |
[02:35.29] | When the East is in the house you should come equipped |
Hook x2 | |
[02:38.27] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
[02:41.05] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
Verse 3 | |
[03:02.40] | Fly like a jet, sting like a hornet |
[03:05.22] | Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it |
[03:07.68] | Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools no joke |
[03:10.45] | With styles more fatal than second hand smoke |
[03:12.96] | Don' t provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor |
[03:15.47] | Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center |
[03:18.33] | Come with the super trooper on his assault mission |
[03:21.01] | The tek' s technique cause he' s a technician |
[03:23.66] | Wishing he' ll go away won' t help the weapons stop |
[03:26.18] | The skills are shot cause any idiot can let off a Glock |
[03:28.99] | Hard rocks melt in the clutch of the sun toucher |
[03:31.47] | You claim you got beef on the streets, so what ya |
[03:34.32] | Gonna do when real niggas roll up on you |
[03:37.65] | And you don' t got your crew |
[03:39.36] | Pull your Glock but you don' t got the heart |
[03:41.78] | You was webbed straight from the start |
[03:44.54] | Bought a tool and didn' t learn how to use it |
[03:47.25] | Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it |
[03:49.97] | Just for fronting you got that ass whipped |
Hook x3 | |
[03:53.30] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
[03:55.66] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |
[03:58.43] | Ohoh! Heads up cause we' re dropping some shit! |