| Song | Come Clean (Dirty Rotten Scoundrel Mix) |
| Artist | Jeru the Damaja |
| Album | Come Clean |
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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: 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! |