Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intrigued, artist - EPMD. Album song Back In Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: DEF JAM, RAL
Song language: English
Intrigued |
| Hit the floor, tuck and roll E’s on fire |
| I’m your motherfucker, but not Jerry Maguire |
| I’m the dark skinned, packin Mac-10, who get busy |
| Effective, puttin shit in the proper perspective |
| Strapped with the gat, bustin caps across the map |
| Yo the crew’s back, royalties and ASCAP |
| I’m six two, fat went with the chrome shoe |
| Diamond and jewels, estates with the swimmin pools |
| And the sauna, piggedy-puffin on some marijuana |
| From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and youse a goner |
| I stash the cash don’t flash the cash what? |
| You figgedy-front on this kid I smash that ass |
| Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin it from the sewer to the land |
| Cross the burnin sand, biggedy-Back to Business with my miggidy-man |
| Got plans to blow, solidifyin all positions in the game |
| Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen |
| To the hot shit, I’m the Tale of that Bronx shit |
| Call me Sonny, with pounds of money |
| Bringin raw music, call my style SWOOSH |
| Please say Mister, when you introduce me |
| Yeah. |
| uhhh EPMD and Das EFX, time to flex |
| Like Funkmaster, Back to Business in your tape deck |
| Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded |
| Hangin upside down, bust it, then reload it |
| Yo, I’m comin up from Virginia, on the linear |
| Havin dinner y’all, with this dimepiece named Levinia |
| Cellu-lar ringin, it’s Books how ya livin |
| Fat like Thanksgiving, drop some shit like a pigeon |
| Yo, the boogie banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger |
| Danger, I’m iggidy-off the planet like Kramer |
| My iggidy-anger, slaughter, iggidy-out of order |
| Split your monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water |
| Chorus: repeat 2X |
| You intrigued by the way, we do our thing |
| Do what? |
| Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing |
| Say what? |
| Pick up the mic, hot, and make it swing |
| «Yo, cold wax and tax MC’s who tend to act ill» |
| Any hype, out the door, kill it |
| Anything the Squadron wants, uhh BILL IT |
| EPMD out the box we be rockin |
| We hold the title, like priests hold the bible |
| God bless, to any MC who wanna test |
| Survival of the fittest, fuck it life or death |
| With ill manuevers, rapper slash producer |
| Puttin it down with E-Dub, in the sewer |
| Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs |
| Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinkin beers out of gold mugs |
| Slugs in the barrel, on name brand apparel |
| Briggidy-bringin' drama like John Travolta in Arrow |
| But niggidy-no need for that, Smith squeeze the gat |
| Ease em back, or niggas gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact |
| It’s wiggidy wild shine like the head, of Golden Child |
| Corrupt styles, sinister smile, we takin bails to trial |