Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Joint, artist - EPMD. Album song Out Of Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Da Joint |
I make a million buck |
every six months and y’all |
hating my game, saying my name, they call |
me the E, wrong things |
knowing Im fly without wings |
while some of y’all have to pull strings. |
In this era I maintain the freak upon the beats |
master basslines of Raphael Saadiq |
Lyrical mastermind, a genius so dont snooze |
no missions impossible, ask Tom Cruise |
I keep a joint lit, when I have to spit |
I rough paragraph, laugh when I’m busting yo’ass, who want it? |
Come and see me, like 112 |
and I’ll rock that bell with Fox and L E-Dub, Mr Excitement, right |
The poltergeist of rap so come to the light. |
Yes, the recipient of this award goes to Moi, |
the best qualified superstar. |
Chorus: EPMD |
Erick: My squad stays on point like |
Den en den den de den, It’s the joint |
Parish: Yeah my squad stay on point like, |
Erick: Den en den den de den, Its the joint. |
Both: New York I’m in your area, (Over here) |
DC I’m in your area, (Over here) |
New Jerse I’m in your area, (Over here) |
EPMD, its a world premier |
Verse Two: Parrish Smith |
Its the joint, stay on point |
Plus I’m feelin it niggas killin shit tryin to duplicat the manuscript |
thats impossible, pray like the gospel |
over coming set backs, and jumping over obstacles |
Like Evil Kenevil, on point like a needle |
EPMDs’like the Beatles, back with another sequal |
to hip hop, check one two and you don’t stop |
rap with mainstream R&B and pop |
now the worlds shocked |
the E-doubles back with Mic-Doc |
Like it or not we bout to turn it up another notch |
My speeds put it down for my seeds |
Raw breeds, acres with the deeds, its the joint. |
Chorus: (first part the same) |
Both: VA I’m in your area, (Over here) |
DA I’m in your area, (Over here) |
Chi Town I’m in your area, (Over here) |
EPMD, its a world premier |
Verse Three: EPMD |
E: My styles digable, so I’m phat like that |
I got a benz too, and its black like that |
I got millions of chips, and they stack like that |
A five year spread, and now we back like that |
How dare they, niggas sittin in they room with Brandy |
way pissed off thikin how the can’t stand me He rhyme Shawn for his Penn, talking |
not lookin, shoocken, a dead man walking |
P: You know me, from rippin shows wit my homie |
the one and only, Ginuwine like Pony |
You want a ride? |
Call me up when your lonely |
I’m Parish Smith and shit, Greaat like Tony |
I’m hittin hittin |
E: Where from? |
P: From brentwood to San Quentin |
I’ma keep rhyming, still representing |
E: Fro who? |
P: For my niggas up north and in the? |
Courts? |
and for the emcees taking no shorts, in this blood sport |
Chorus: (first part the same) |
Both: Detroit I’m in your area, (Over here) |
Cali I’m in your area, (Over here) |
Philly I’m in your area, (Over here) |
EPMD, its a world premier |