Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chocolate City, artist - Big Daddy Kane. Album song Looks Like A Job For..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2011
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Chocolate City |
Mister cee: |
I be the cruddy one that they call the dj mister cee, |
With the whole wolf pack in the place to be. |
Better known as the chocolate city. |
So scoob lover, huh, are ya with me??? |
Yo, I break punks up like a fight. |
give me the mic, I’m hype. |
(damn kid, you’re starvin' for life) |
'cause people be tellin' me, brothers be gellin' me, |
Tryin' to get fame from my name but they chumps and they butt-soft. |
They know I’m wilder than a dog with hot sauce. |
A mic, a stage, a crowd, and I won’t stop: |
I set it off and get live like an alarm clock. |
People thought scoob and scrap was just a nickname; |
Now that we rap, we sell more records than cocaine. |
Awww, shucks, now I’m back from the down-low, |
Here comes scoob with the currrr-ly afro. |
No chemical reaction, no need for askin', pure satisfaction, |
My last name’s jackson. |
You slip up, I get ill -- my boot to your grill, |
My nine kills, I’m big scoob from brownsville. |
The world’s greatest lover, the chaaaaa-clate brother… |
Chorus: |
Who’s the committee? |
(chocolate city!) 3x |
Scrap lover are ya with me? |
Yo, I drop science kinda like a pigeon; |
Over rough tracks I tax any midget with a small digit. |
Smooth and mild but complicated, |
I put the crowd to to smashed like a driver that’s intoxicated. |
Rappers write rhymes, and talk about guns and jail, |
But wouldn’t squeeze a lemon in a cocktail. |
Don’t say «huh? |
«or «what? |
«, and don’t ask who, |
'cause if you hear me, I must be talkin' to you. |
You probably thought I couldn’t steal it, 'cause I was a dancer, |
I didn’t have a chance, but y’all can kill it. |
You gotta be off your rocker, |
I’m lettin' suckers know that scrap got more soul than foot locker. |
And if you heard I got skills, believe it’s true; |
Suggest for pete rock, for reminiscin' over you. |
It’s not a threat, it’s a bet, 'cause hey, |
The last sucker who tried woulda been 25 today. |
Chorus 3x |
Big daddy are ya with me? |
Yo-yo-yo-yo, look out, get out the way! |
Here comes the k the a the n the e -- huh, ya better flee. |
'cause I don’t need no hoodie to be hard, shoot: |
I’ll kill a nigga in a three-piece suit. |
I don’t be havin' it so the rear I’ll attack, |
A size-15 to the buttocks, a-matter-fact. |
A hard-core blow to the face I’ll provide, |
To give you a crooked eye, just like st. |
ides. |
Leave you home and you must be screamin' and yellin'; |
Not een kool moe dee shades can hide your swellin'. |
I bring it rough, tough; |
I said that I was browner than bobby, so you know that it’s good enough. |
I’m untouchable to rappers my size. |
You dreamed of beatin' me, you better wake up an apologize. |
Some claim to be a daddy or poppa, |
But with me, you’d have no ranks if your name was shabba. |
Chorus 3x |
Now you know you’d too like to be with it… |
Shane, I cause pain, I make it rain. |
I’m wearin' and tearin' down to the last grain. |
Ha, I’m not a chocolate brother, but I dont' mourn, |
'cause I swear this vanilla kid got it goin' on. |
So don’t even step to me if you’re worth nothin', |
Because I just might hurt somethin'. |
My competition thinks twice, |
'cause yo, for a young nigga, I’m kinda nice… |
Ooooooooooooohhhh! |
chocolate city are ya with meeeee? |
! |
Scoob and scrap and mister cee! |
kane and shane and laaaarrrrreeeeeee! |
Kaaaaaane… would your black ass sing it for mee-heee? |
! |
(kane: ohhh, ho, shit yeahhhh!) |