Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What You Talkin, artist - EPMD. Album song Erick Sermon History, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Erick Sermon
Song language: English
What You Talkin |
We Mobb’n, Hit Squad’n |
We got dough but it ain’t from robbin |
We rock microphones it’s out job and |
Def Squad motherfucker and my name is |
Edi Amin — nigga what you talkin |
The Grand Royal — nigga what you talkin |
It’s E-Dub — nigga what you talkin |
Tell 'em to lift it up (no doubt E) |
Yo this here is big boy shit (yeah) for the over 200 pounder club |
Co-cappy dub (whoahhhoahhh) |
I came back to rep my city |
Nigga, I took the key from Diddy |
Def Squad’s the committee, I rock for the gritty |
I’m milk like a new mom titty — y’all wit me? |
E Serm' the Green Eyed one, call me M-Ro |
I got stripes on my arm, call me general |
I’m nice (I'm nice) I’ll pull rank like Condoleezza Rice |
Leaves of rice with this mic device |
Easy~! |
Who got the issue I’ll straight diss you |
And hit you with the dadgum missile — hear it whistle? |
Comin for ya the Oscar De La Hoya, the Golden Boy |
Yeah — I’m that dude, don’t believe I’ll show ya boy |
Ask Destiny’s Child, I’m that «Soldier Boy» |
Chill like the New York winter, no one colder boy |
+ (Havoc) |
We Mobb’n, Hit Squad’n |
We got dough but it ain’t from robbin |
We rock microphones it’s out job and |
Infamous motherfucker and his name is |
(Black Mobb’n) — nigga what you talkin |
(G.B. I-N-3) — what you talkin |
(Infamous Mobb Deep) — what you talkin |
(H-A-V-O-C) — what you talkin |
The stomach stay hungry so the hammer keep lickin |
I’m lookin at the clock see time is still tickin |
My beef, open the stove, see mine is done |
When they keep playin with me, you minus one |
One less nigga on that street my patience |
Run short so ready to make you ancient |
Your last destination’ll be marked a headstone |
Ain’t worth it like tryin to get a fed case thrown |
Closed casket, and ain’t that what, who want what? |
I mastered, playin the cut, 'til I’m forced |
Out my shell, pull that gat, you spill guts |
'Splain it yourself, of how you ain’t sayin the stuff |
Time’s up, you about to get touched homeboy |
I ain’t gon' sit here and argue wit’cha face homeboy |
But next time you better watch what you say homeboy |
But ain’t gon' be a next time say bye homeboy |
+ (Parrish) |
We Mobb’n, Hit Squad’n |
We got dough but it ain’t from robbin |
We rock microphones it’s out job and |
Hit Squad motherfucker and my name is |
(I'm the Microphone Doctor) — nigga what you talkin |
(PMD) — nigga what you talkin |
(A black cloud) — nigga what you talkin |
(Time to lift it up) — uh-huh, what you talkin |
I be killin it when I’m feelin it |
Straight drillin it when I’m peelin it |
Comin through in the Tahoe truck fo'-wheelin it |
Rollin through thick, pumpin knockin blastin my shit |
Checkin out chicks |
Pointin sayin «That's P the shit» |
Freshly dipped, Nike Air Force One is the kick |
I’m Parrish Smith, you dudes don’t wanna fuck with this |
You got nothin, since «Strictly Biz» I keep it pumpin |
At every function, yo E and P, never lunchin |
Never slip, microphone wreck is the biz |
(That's Erick Sermon) and me Parrish Smith |
Probably blowin your whole life to shit |
That’s how trifle it get, your fly-ass wife’ll quit |
And like AJ Benz on Hollywood Scandal, life’s a bitch |
We got the hypest spit, straight up cause we nicer kid |
Look what the mic done did, EPMD know, lost they wig |
From day one, never been a dud with the flow gun |
We Mobb’n, Hit Squad’n |
We got dough but it ain’t from robbin |
We rock microphones it’s out job and |
Squadron motherfucker and the name is |
nigga what you talkin |
nigga what you talkin |
nigga what you talkin |
what you talkin |