Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Full Cooperation , by - Def Squad. Song from the album El Nino, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
Full Cooperation |
| Wassup wit these cats out there?, I don’t think they figured, son |
| I don’t think they hear you son, ha ha Now first but not least you will respect Keith, lay a nigga down |
| Like a doo-rag in some grease, you must be crazy tryin to play me I been dedicated since King Tut the third baby |
| Lyrical chemist rhyme minister, diminished you for the benefit |
| Then continue to kill shit for the fuck of it, I see y’all been writin |
| Still bitin, still lookin lame, half y’all niggaz still soundin the same |
| I’m excitin when live on stage, when receiting in lighting, frightening |
| lightning |
| Throwin thunder in chain, when i first came, I gave birth to a million MC’s |
| In the game, who should all carry my last name |
| And I’m Gonna Get You Sucka like Damon Wayans, and fame like Jermaine |
| Bring pain and novacaine, okay y’all lil monkeys wanna play? |
| My Squadron brings the art of war the correct way (OKAY!) |
| I need your full cooperation and total attention |
| There’s a few things I’d like to mention, these rappers out here swear they’re |
| So appealing I, step to your business and hurt your feelings |
| Okay, well thinkin it’s okay to rhyme that way, you’ll be P.O.W., M.I.A. |
| And I’m seven steps ahead of you, five from eternity |
| An all that shit you kick just don’t concern me, I separate the dead from |
| The chump, ask a nigga blunt, Yo, how many lumps you want? |
| So flavorous you could taste it, so hardcore I wrote this layin on the floor |
| In the basement, my style ain’t no walk in the park, got mainstream MC’s |
| Scared to rhyme after dark, an there Ain’t No Half-Steppin |
| I’m reppin like a nuclear weapon, manifestin the Immaculate Conception |
| Lyrically I rape an MC like sodomy, add tragedy, to your odessy |
| For battle reservations call 1−900-SQUAD, frontin on us Is like frontin on God |
| Now when we take it there, these three niggas in the square |
| My squad hangs out like fourhundred pounds in braziers |
| My deathrow allines, bein signed then aligned to electric |
| So it clear like a chair in Texas, HOT, approach wit extreme caution |
| No horsin around when my squad abortion a sound |
| Our crew’s like Smokey off sokey, even Little Bo Peep, your style is weak |
| Guard your Rollie, wit all the ice in it, I snatch the ice out and put a price |
| out |
| Cop a Benz, put my mom in it, as long as I’m alive I’mma keep the vibe |