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Do-Re-Mi - текст песни



Do-Re-Mi


(feat. LL Cool J, Scarface)




[LL Cool J]


Uhh, uhh.. yeah


See I know how to get down, word up




It's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast chronic


Smoke 'til your lungs collapse


You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at?


So ironic, L came back


Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall


holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it


Show me a nigga who can do like I do


Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too


Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new


I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh?


Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals


Tried to throw salt on my name, shit's political


The baddest man on the planet


So ill when I'm spittin niggaz take it for granted


Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it lefthanded


Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded


Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot


I don't think she really hot, your career is a fluke


I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen


Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again


As sure I am the descendant of former slaves


I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves


Make 'em confess - LL's the most rugged


God, and no man's above it, gotta love it




[Chorus: LL, Erick]


DO - get this bread, use ya infrared


RE - fuck the industry, it's all about


MI - you ain't goin - FA


L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA




DO - get this bread, use ya infrared


RE - fuck the industry, it's all about


MI - you ain't goin - FA


E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)




[Erick Sermon]


Uhh, E Dub on the microphone


Droppin bombs - spots get blown


So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom


When I rap, wack MC's vacate the room


Cause they suck, and that's how I feel


I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal


Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel


So next time he know, how the real feel


Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel


Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel


(I ain't playin) But y'all front like I ain't it


And every rapper y'all like, sample my shit


(Name one) I'm nice, and there's no mistakin


I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman


My track record is out there, gone


E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?)


I'm known for the dome bangers


Drop any song (Texts of songs ) of mine right now in the club and it's DANGER


Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga)


J, never heard it spit this way, hey




[Chorus: LL, Scarface]


DO - get this bread, use ya infrared


RE - fuck the industry, it's all about


MI - you ain't goin - FA


L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that's right)




DO - get this bread, use ya infrared


RE - fuck the industry, it's all about


MI - you ain't goin - FA


Cause 'Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)




[Scarface]


You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer


You switched from the raw to a chart climber


And now your shit is blowin out the stores


and uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but


Count - (two, three, and, four)


Your records ain't sellin no more


And damn - you done spent your money galore


Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can't afford (uh-oh)


Tryin to keep up with the trendy


Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi


Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley


And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty


It's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next day


and your next tape you can't give it away, but hey


I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses


Everything you see me I owns it


I've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years


So let's get, that, clear


You might have sold a few more tapes, but


realistically, are you that great? (nah)


Can't get respect but I done paid dues


Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude


I've been the same nigga since I came through


Do-re-mi too, damn fool!



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