Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It'z Lik Dat , by - Das EFX. Song from the album Straight Up Sewaside, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.10.1993
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
It'z Lik Dat |
| Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it |
| Well check it out, yo, it’s the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the freak up |
| If niggas got some beef then good grief boy they’d better speak up |
| Cause I’m rippin this, my style’s ridiculous, look how I word it |
| These niggas couldn’t tell us they were jealous but I heard it |
| When they came and tried to tease, please they must be jokin |
| They tried to diss the kid, they got they fuckin bodies broken |
| For that rap shit cause black I smack shit from here to Chile |
| I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a Philly |
| Cause you’re bluffin like you’re rougher, enough of that crap |
| Just meet me on the stage and let’s see who can really rap |
| Cause if you really wanna battle, well that’ll be the spot |
| So now I pass the mic so that my nigga Books can rock |
| Three cheers, ayo where’s the mic guy? |
| Groovy! |
| If you step then watch that first one cause that first one is a doozy |
| Then I’m up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise |
| For the roughnecks and G’s, I’m swingin somethin, bust the function |
| Kid, I’ll amp up, recamp up, bust a Hit Squad stamp up |
| Do your fuckin vest son, just to make a mess, umm |
| 2−1 used to run it wild with the young 'n |
| The restless, and just beneath the plum is where I’m from and |
| Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin |
| Since I’m livin rough I gots ta give it up to Brooklyn |
| Crews can kiss it up to God, it wouldn’t work, I’m just a jerk |
| Until it’s time for me to split, chill, gotta murk… |
| It’s lik dat y’all |
| Yeah yeah |
| Well comin back it’s like, um, eenie meenie, none of y’all can see me |
| Cause yo I disappear and reappear like I’m a genie |
| It’s the lunatic so bust the tourniquet, it’s just a warning |
| Cause I could go from AM to PM, like Dawn and |
| I’m wicked, kick it sicker than your brain like it’s a tumor |
| I roll with PMD, so motherfuckers kill the rumor |
| Y’all can never stop my flow cause yo there ain’t nobody looser |
| I turn more kids to stone than that chick they call Medusa |
| When I wreck shit I’m on some next shit because I’m quicker, son |
| I run thru rappers like my name was Eric Dickerson |
| Now ain’t that a bitch, I switched up my pitch |
| So you can stay real, kid, but I’mma stay rich |
| Aight, I kicks my style from Brooklyn and some MCs wanna test this |
| So I’m sendin em to the showers by the powers that are invested in |
| The nutcracker, black, I wear these gloves to smack a phony |
| Ass backwards, like Kraft cheese and macaroni |
| Good grief, some tried to rock it, G, they need to knock it it-off |
| They must be eatin Gerber’s cause that shit they dropped was sit-oft |
| For worse or better, kid, I never let another serve me |
| I’ll get flyer than that 23 on Mr. Jordan’s jersey |
| Crews be talkin rough but they can cough it up just like they spit up |
| The night that they was fucked up lookin for some skins to hit up |
| Now I wait for Solid Scheme to bring the beat back |
| Cause just like the flick with Mick, my style is free, jack, believe that |
| It’s lik dat y’all |