Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Wat Cha Sayin', artist - EPMD.
Date of issue: 11.08.2003
Song language: English
So Wat Cha Sayin' |
The employees of the year, yeah we’re back to work |
I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked |
Due to the fact that they’re wack and their tracks |
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack |
The ingredients. |
.. EPMD and Scratch for that. |
.. |
Yo, I’m the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker |
Down with MD, yes the microphone doctor |
One wrecks, the other destroys |
And if you think that you’re ready to mess (kill the noise) |
We don’t play when it’s time to slay |
I take a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay |
back and mack and all the rhymes I pack |
And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack |
Well, I’m known to be the master in the MC field |
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel |
Cause I produce and get loose, when it’s time to perform |
Wax a sucker like Mop &Glow (that's word born) |
Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment |
And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment |
Cause I’m the cream of the crop when it’s time to do a show |
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro |
As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker |
Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka |
To the ladies. |
.. and all party goers |
Some call me freak, and others slow flower |
Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel |
So what you sayin? |
So what you sayin? |
Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith |
Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box |
MC’s, are jumpin out shoes and socks |
I’m not playin, understand what I’m sayin |
Catch a sucker in my way, and I’m slayin |
Takin no shorts, so I’m vital sign |
You can tell by my lines that I’m gettin mines |
in eighty-nine, because I’m fine as wine |
Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine |
Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll |
Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl |
What I chose I refuse to slack while I’m back |
I take a chance jack, so I must attack |
With knick knack paddywack so I won’t lack |
Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack |
While I’m slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame |
Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin |
Cause with a partner like E Double don’t come a dime a dozen |
A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins |
Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics |
Brothers on my jock while I’m kickin ballistics |
Droppin hits like I’m Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and more |
The proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard) |
People round town talkin this and that |
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack |
Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold |
Thirty days later, the LP went gold |
So what you sayin |
So what you sayin |
Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith |
Now party people it’s time for the exquisite |
No knock knock who that over there or who is it It’s the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder |
No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders |
So hot, so you can say I’m blazin |
Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am |
Sooooooo amazing, and I’ve been waiting |
For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double |
Cuz me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple |
I fight fire with fire, that’s why most retired |
And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired |
Cause you was Memorex, for that style that we was bringin |
In an all out battle, P comes out swingin |
Cause I’m just that type of brother that’s out to get mines |
And if the odds against me, I still drop lines |
and get mines on time that’s why most resign |
Sit in my LazyBoy chair, relax my head and recline |
Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime |
Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine |
So what you sayin |
So what you sayin |