Lyrics Flowin In File - Daddy-O

Flowin In File

Never has it been so sweet to your ear
So lend it here and let go your fear
And give a green light to the man on the mic
And keep this beat cause it’s just my type
And I’ll ride the rhythm like a black cowboy
And I’ma get busy for y’all to enjoy
Whether dancefloor, jeep, or the comfort of your home
I’m kickin somethin out your back that rhymes with comb
Flippin the script, because I used to be with Stet
But when shit got heck, had to step and keep the rep
Like a forty ounce brew, leave it out it gets flat
So I’m comin freely in ninety-three with the fat
Okedoke supportin, a shoutout to the Hortons
And Burrells for supportin all the wars that we fought in
And now it’s time for me to sorta claim my fame so
Please don’t ask the question «How low can you go?»
And as for traditional rappers and MCs
The Godfather sings please please please
To your parents, so I’ma sing a song to you
You’re either friend or foe, so whatcha gonna do
Cause I’m
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In ninety-three I’m (flowin in file with a new style)
Give it to me I’m (flowin in file with a new style)
A special shout goes out to East New York
Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft.
Greene
Styles upon styles, but I don’t think so
Cause people only rock one style at a time
If you with it, as long as the Daddy has been
You learn that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme
They called a one eighty seven on a undercover cop
But the vest was bulletproof, so the cop didn’t drop
My brother Ice-T couldn’t take it no more
So he got with Sister Souljah and they bumrushed the store
Cube was inside yellin, «Dirty Korea!»
Turned around looked for Yo but the cops didn’t see her
Cause she eased to the back after checkin around
To get with Chuck, Norm, and Flav to Shut Em Down
News caught on, but Don’t Believe the Hype
Only fools would believe that Rakim is on the pipe
As we stomp to the 90's singin songs of Tennessee
Me and Luke’s sippin daiquiris in Miami
And we’re rollin, couldn’t keep a good rap down
And if it hurts ya, we don’t wanna nurture
That of which you fear, so I’ma leave it up to you
Is it a new Daddy-O, or Daddy-O gettin new?
I know you thought that if I kept back
I would stick to producin so the wack would get fat
But no way, no how, and no cigar
So do I call out your name or do you know who you are?
Cause I’m
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In ninety-three I’m (flowin in file with a new style)
Bustin em up I’m (flowin in file with a new style)
Now break it down for me
«Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, where have you been?»
Well I built a studio in Brooklyn
And as far as rappin, no I didn’t give up hope
And yo Erick and Parrish, Das EFX is dope!
And to Muggsy, comin out of 7A3
Props on Cypress Hill and the House of P
And though I never met him, and Flint is not my home
Shout out goes to the brother with the Breedy on the chrome
And yes I get with this, so Black Sheep is a fave
And to X-Clan thank you for the road that you paved
To the Abstract, Phifer, and the True Fu-Schnick
And a LONG shout out, goes out to Slick Rick
I still love ya Biz, but clear ya samples bro
And to Big Treach and Naughty, keep talkin bout the ghetto
To CL and Pete makin beats for the streets
And to the Main Source, makin fakes pay the cost
To Premier and Guru, and every other crew
Catches wreck, as Showbiz and A.G.'ll say to you
Give it all you got, and take it from your coach
Enemies I’m crushin like a roach, cause I’m
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In ninety-three I’m (flowin in file with a new style)
For your mom I’m (flowinin file with a new style)
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