| 作词 : DJ Tiné Tim | |
| [Chorus]Ya feel dat? (HO!) | |
| Ya see dat? (HO!) | |
| Ya hear dat? (HO!) | |
| You believe dat? (HO!) | |
| Ya follow dat? (HO!) | |
| Could it be dat? (HO!) | |
| Ya follow dat? (HO!) | |
| Can you believe dat? (HO!) | |
| Ya hear dat? (HO!) | |
| Ya see dat? (HO!) | |
| You believe dat? (HO!) | |
| You can feel dat (HO!) | |
| Ya follow dat? (HO!) | |
| You believe dat? (HO!) | |
| Ya see dat? (HO!)[Verse One] | |
| Show me an | |
| MC that think he's too hot | |
| Bring him to | |
| KRS-One, I'll show him he's | |
| NOTBlowin the whole spot up when | |
| I spit upKnowledge | |
| Reigns Supreme, when | |
| I walk past, get up | |
| My wrists ain't lit up! | |
| I don't even live that life | |
| Gold, diamonds, platinum, | |
| I give to my wife - you see | |
| Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine | |
| You got it, | |
| FINE - but what about that rhyme? | |
| Can you rhyme? | |
| Can you spit it quicklike watermelon pits at a picnic? | |
| Ha!Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? | |
| Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? | |
| LET'S GO![Chorus] w/ variations[Verse Two] | |
| I write my own books like | |
| I write my own hooks | |
| Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook | |
| They don't look here cause | |
| KRS is BOO | |
| M!Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms | |
| Yo, get away from me | |
| You got a million dollar video but | |
| I'M the one they wanna see | |
| The capital | |
| E-M-C-E-EA repitition of words, | |
| I been divorced | |
| MelodieI'm out, confident, no doubt | |
| I get what | |
| I gotta get when | |
| I spit I don't shout | |
| This New Yorker, | |
| Kris Parker's a quick talker | |
| You can get what | |
| I spit or get the klik-klocker | |
| Overseas I got the breeze as a hip-hopper | |
| Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper | |
| Street doctor, | |
| I'm +Brown+ and + | |
| Foxy+ like the + | |
| Ill Nana+Whoever you think is hot, | |
| I'm hotter[Chorus] w/ variations[Verse Three] | |
| RADIO! These suckers never play meor | |
| Chuck - but do you think we really give a... | |
| Southside, | |
| Westside, | |
| Eastside, | |
| NorthI spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off | |
| I come from that place where you cats can't face | |
| Where cops can't chase or invade my space | |
| We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place | |
| Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste | |
| Hoes we don't chase or kiss, they know they placewith | |
| Kris or Christ, they'll lose their life | |
| You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife | |
| But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife | |
| Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clearsyou'll be like, | |
| God damn - who was that? | |
| Loosen that noose around your neck and back | |
| Embarassin blacks, ain't no respect in that![Chorus] w/ variations[KRS-One] | |
| Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) | |
| Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) | |
| Yo, all my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) | |
| Yo, yo, all my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) | |
| Yo, we out! |
| zuo ci : DJ Tine Tim | |
| Chorus Ya feel dat? HO! | |
| Ya see dat? HO! | |
| Ya hear dat? HO! | |
| You believe dat? HO! | |
| Ya follow dat? HO! | |
| Could it be dat? HO! | |
| Ya follow dat? HO! | |
| Can you believe dat? HO! | |
| Ya hear dat? HO! | |
| Ya see dat? HO! | |
| You believe dat? HO! | |
| You can feel dat HO! | |
| Ya follow dat? HO! | |
| You believe dat? HO! | |
| Ya see dat? HO! Verse One | |
| Show me an | |
| MC that think he' s too hot | |
| Bring him to | |
| KRSOne, I' ll show him he' s | |
| NOTBlowin the whole spot up when | |
| I spit upKnowledge | |
| Reigns Supreme, when | |
| I walk past, get up | |
| My wrists ain' t lit up! | |
| I don' t even live that life | |
| Gold, diamonds, platinum, | |
| I give to my wife you see | |
| Diamonds are a girl' s best friend, not mine | |
| You got it, | |
| FINE but what about that rhyme? | |
| Can you rhyme? | |
| Can you spit it quicklike watermelon pits at a picnic? | |
| Ha! Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? | |
| Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? | |
| LET' S GO! Chorus w variations Verse Two | |
| I write my own books like | |
| I write my own hooks | |
| Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook | |
| They don' t look here cause | |
| KRS is BOO | |
| M! Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms | |
| Yo, get away from me | |
| You got a million dollar video but | |
| I' M the one they wanna see | |
| The capital | |
| EMCEEA repitition of words, | |
| I been divorced | |
| MelodieI' m out, confident, no doubt | |
| I get what | |
| I gotta get when | |
| I spit I don' t shout | |
| This New Yorker, | |
| Kris Parker' s a quick talker | |
| You can get what | |
| I spit or get the klikklocker | |
| Overseas I got the breeze as a hiphopper | |
| Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper | |
| Street doctor, | |
| I' m Brown and | |
| Foxy like the | |
| Ill Nana Whoever you think is hot, | |
| I' m hotter Chorus w variations Verse Three | |
| RADIO! These suckers never play meor | |
| Chuck but do you think we really give a... | |
| Southside, | |
| Westside, | |
| Eastside, | |
| NorthI spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off | |
| I come from that place where you cats can' t face | |
| Where cops can' t chase or invade my space | |
| We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place | |
| Phones ain' t traced and flows we don' t waste | |
| Hoes we don' t chase or kiss, they know they placewith | |
| Kris or Christ, they' ll lose their life | |
| You don' t lose if you come in two' s, you and a wife | |
| But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife | |
| Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clearsyou' ll be like, | |
| God damn who was that? | |
| Loosen that noose around your neck and back | |
| Embarassin blacks, ain' t no respect in that! Chorus w variations KRSOne | |
| Let' s do it! HO! HO! HO! HO! | |
| Everybody up top! HO! HO! HO! HO! | |
| Yo, all my cats in the front! HO! HO! HO! HO! | |
| Yo, yo, all my cats in the back HO! HO! HO! HO! | |
| Yo, we out! |
| zuò cí : DJ Tiné Tim | |
| Chorus Ya feel dat? HO! | |
| Ya see dat? HO! | |
| Ya hear dat? HO! | |
| You believe dat? HO! | |
| Ya follow dat? HO! | |
| Could it be dat? HO! | |
| Ya follow dat? HO! | |
| Can you believe dat? HO! | |
| Ya hear dat? HO! | |
| Ya see dat? HO! | |
| You believe dat? HO! | |
| You can feel dat HO! | |
| Ya follow dat? HO! | |
| You believe dat? HO! | |
| Ya see dat? HO! Verse One | |
| Show me an | |
| MC that think he' s too hot | |
| Bring him to | |
| KRSOne, I' ll show him he' s | |
| NOTBlowin the whole spot up when | |
| I spit upKnowledge | |
| Reigns Supreme, when | |
| I walk past, get up | |
| My wrists ain' t lit up! | |
| I don' t even live that life | |
| Gold, diamonds, platinum, | |
| I give to my wife you see | |
| Diamonds are a girl' s best friend, not mine | |
| You got it, | |
| FINE but what about that rhyme? | |
| Can you rhyme? | |
| Can you spit it quicklike watermelon pits at a picnic? | |
| Ha! Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? | |
| Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? | |
| LET' S GO! Chorus w variations Verse Two | |
| I write my own books like | |
| I write my own hooks | |
| Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook | |
| They don' t look here cause | |
| KRS is BOO | |
| M! Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms | |
| Yo, get away from me | |
| You got a million dollar video but | |
| I' M the one they wanna see | |
| The capital | |
| EMCEEA repitition of words, | |
| I been divorced | |
| MelodieI' m out, confident, no doubt | |
| I get what | |
| I gotta get when | |
| I spit I don' t shout | |
| This New Yorker, | |
| Kris Parker' s a quick talker | |
| You can get what | |
| I spit or get the klikklocker | |
| Overseas I got the breeze as a hiphopper | |
| Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper | |
| Street doctor, | |
| I' m Brown and | |
| Foxy like the | |
| Ill Nana Whoever you think is hot, | |
| I' m hotter Chorus w variations Verse Three | |
| RADIO! These suckers never play meor | |
| Chuck but do you think we really give a... | |
| Southside, | |
| Westside, | |
| Eastside, | |
| NorthI spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off | |
| I come from that place where you cats can' t face | |
| Where cops can' t chase or invade my space | |
| We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place | |
| Phones ain' t traced and flows we don' t waste | |
| Hoes we don' t chase or kiss, they know they placewith | |
| Kris or Christ, they' ll lose their life | |
| You don' t lose if you come in two' s, you and a wife | |
| But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife | |
| Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clearsyou' ll be like, | |
| God damn who was that? | |
| Loosen that noose around your neck and back | |
| Embarassin blacks, ain' t no respect in that! Chorus w variations KRSOne | |
| Let' s do it! HO! HO! HO! HO! | |
| Everybody up top! HO! HO! HO! HO! | |
| Yo, all my cats in the front! HO! HO! HO! HO! | |
| Yo, yo, all my cats in the back HO! HO! HO! HO! | |
| Yo, we out! |
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