Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nowhere 2 Hide, artist - DJ Pooh. Date of issue: 03.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nowhere 2 Hide |
| Hook: |
| No worse scared can’t get away |
| Dumpin’with them funky rhymes |
| «Pullin'out niggas frontin’like snobs» |
| Nowhere 2 hide |
| I deliver to you the new blueprints |
| Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps |
| We pimps |
| Beats |
| Put 'em in the streets |
| Twenty four hours seven days a week |
| I kick science, but they still haven’t learned |
| Step beyond the point of no return get wet |
| The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics |
| Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts |
| Uh, around the globe follow ya nose |
| Down with the underground from my head to my toes |
| Ride the groove like a three day cruise |
| Peace to the east but the west coast rules |
| The chocolate child unleashed out the wild |
| Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails |
| Baddest on the atlas just tryin’to stay down |
| You gotta get up I get off or get clowned |
| Hook |
| I came across a close shave runnin’with them renegades |
| All on display on K-T-L-A |
| I hate to do it but I’m stupid don’t test me Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy |
| We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words |
| But they can’t fuck with this they get swerved |
| Graduated old school G degree |
| Calm down the savage in any MC |
| North, south, east, west |
| But simply hittin''em with the melody I possess |
| So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it It’s the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it Like that |
| Yep bigger fatter than the piece |
| Inflation went up and make the killin’increase |
| So long for the plan you was plottin' |
| Cause it’s long and forgotten once your style turned rotten |
| Hook |
| It’s the mad maestro and it ain’t no other |
| Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter |
| I hold the title in the middle of my palm |
| For makin’freaks dance on the floor till dawn |
| Make way let me show you how it’s done |
| It’s a party and the playerhatin’niggas can’t come |
| Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock |
| Don’t sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox |
| On a hunt |
| Hot on the trail |
| Hoe givin’up the drawers cause a nigga in jail |
| On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill |
| MC can’t deal with my hi-tech skills |
| They tight tight last all night |
| Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight |
| Destination on to the next plateau |
| It’s the Zuu in the house you can’t funk with the flow |
| Hook |