Brothers From Brentwood L. I. - текст песни
Brothers From Brentwood L. I.
Verse one: erick sermon
Epmd fans stay focusede’s about to freak it
Hardcorebut not rough enough to bleep it
So relax and chillget down with the brother
And like damon wayanswe’re living in black colour
Sheikthe beats make em freak
A unique techniquewith flavors like black sheep
You know my style’s mad ruggedyou love it
You never heard the funk before the e was discovered
I’m badrenegade wranglermic strangler
Funk arrangere.d’s danger
We make the sounds that make you *owwwww!*
Make you wanna scream like james brown so I can rock a town
I’m real swiftI bring light to a skip
I rock the party all nightthe crowd chant my shit
I leave at sundownwalk away chillin
Cooland keep mental like mike bivins
Then I find the hit squadand stop buckwhylin
Chumpcause i’ma...
Verse two: parrish smith
Peace to the posseyeah ok you got me
Another rap chumpie about to o.d.
Beat fanatic fiend from the hard scene
You know the kid in the benz s-o with the fog beam
Skins cool I mingle girls are simple
’i’ll be gentleI’ll be very gentle’
Don’t bug on my rap skill boybecause it’s mental
Squaad is mad truckquick to snuff a duck
No bluffyour neck’ll get snapped so kill the ruff stuff
Brentwood’s my town home of beatdowns
Dress code is don’t care so take a chill clown
Smallest place on the map we’re bustin big caps
Where girlies troop tim boots and baseball caps
That’s where I’m from chumpstill buckwhylin
Bust it hobbescause i’ma
Verse three: erick sermonparrish smith
Now it’s time for me the e to rock it loco
No need to guess homeboyyou know my vocals
Gimme a break to stay focused on my tape
I’m more than greatI got the key to my state
I’m rough like brilloI bust like a pistol
The b-boy form is nine mil or is til
The underground sound be pumped for the new jacks
Who loves you baby? I’m not bo jacksonget the bozack
Yeahbo-e-oh-e-o-zackcheck the format
Hardcore undergroundjust like amtrak
Word to herb got more steel than pittsburgh
So easy with the smart commentsor boy you get served
I’m cock-d keep you dancin like ali
Collect the dough you know and then I’m swayze
On the downlowno profilin or buckwhylin
Bust it kidcause i’ma
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