Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Wat Cha Sayin’, artist - EPMD.
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
So Wat Cha Sayin’ |
The employees of the year, yeah, we’re back to work |
I took time off, while other rappers got jerked |
Due to the fact they wack in their track |
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack |
The ingredients EPMD and scratch for that… |
Yo, I’m the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker |
Down with MD, yes, the microphone doctor |
One wrecks, the other destroys |
And if you think that you’re ready to mess (Kill the noise) |
We don’t play when it’s time to slay |
I get a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay |
Back and mack and all the rhymes I pack |
And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack |
Well, I’m known to be the master in the MC field |
No respect in '87, '88, you kneel |
Cause I produce and get loose, when it’s time to perform |
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glo (That's word bond) |
Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment |
And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin' alignment |
'Cause I’m the cream of the crop when it’s time to do a show |
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro |
As I glance at E-Double, king microphone wrecker |
Turn on my cordless, sayin' mic checka |
To the ladies … and all party goers |
Some call me P, and others slow flower |
Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel |
So what you sayin'? |
So what you sayin'? |
Puttin' heads to bed, straight out the box |
MCs are jumpin' out shoes and socks |
I’m not playin', understand what I’m sayin' |
Catch a sucker in my way, and I’m slayin' |
Takin' no shorts, showin' vital sign |
You can tell by my lines that I’m gettin' mines |
In '89, because I’m fine as wine |
Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine |
Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll |
Catch a flick at the movies, dance or bowl |
What I choose I refuse to slack while I’m back |
I take a chance jack, so I must attack |
With knick knack paddywack so I won’t lack |
Oh, my style is def, and as deadly as crack |
While I’m slayin' music’s playin', a sucker is delayin' |
Battle in the trenches where the funky beat playin' |
'Cause with a partner like E Double don’t come a dime a dozen |
Not kin or blood-related, but you can call us cousins |
'Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics |
Brothers on my jock while I’m kickin' ballistics |
Droppin' hits like 'I'm Housin,' 'You Gots To Chill,' and more |
The proof is in the pudding (Yo, check the Billboard) |
People round town talkin' this and that |
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack |
Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we would fold |
Thirty days later, the LP went gold |
So what you sayin'? |
So what you sayin'? |
Now party people it’s time for the exquisite |
No knock knock who that over there or who is it |
It’s the E-R-I-C-K, yes, the Boy Wonder |
No foulups, no bleeps, no bloops or no blunders |
So hot, so you can say I’m blazin' |
Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am |
«Sooooooo amazing, and I’ve been waiting» |
For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double |
'Cause me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple |
I fight fire with fire, that’s why most retired |
And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired |
'Cause you was mesmerized, for that style that we was bringin' |
In an all-out battle, P comes out swingin' |
'Cause I’m just the type of brother that’s out to get mines |
And if the odds against me, I still drop lines |
And get mines on time, that’s why most resign |
Sit in my La-Z-Boy chair, relax my head and recline |
Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime |
Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine |
So what you sayin'? |
So what you sayin'? |