Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home (Intro), artist - Erick Sermon. Album song Chilltown, New York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.06.2004
Record label: A Republic Records release;
Song language: English
Home (Intro) |
«The Surgeon General of Chilltown, New York |
Has determined, that the sounds you’re about to hear |
Can be devastating, to your ear.» |
Yeah, uh-huh, huh, Long Island |
Queens. |
Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan |
Staten. |
Y.O., uhh |
Yo, E-Dub, I come from the gutter |
The Ving Rhames of rap, it’s guns or butter |
I make things happen, rappin |
The game don’t wanna act right, we kidnap it |
(Get on the floor!) Rob it like Napster |
There’s gonna be slow-singin and flower bringin so call the pastor |
The Roger Moore of the rap game |
He’s 007, I’m E-Double the veteran, the name |
(Erick!) The way I do it is Mean Joe |
Green Eyed Bandit, nigga check the pamphlet |
On my CD, you won’t hear the same |
It’s two special guests, and the rest is my name |
You won’t hear the bling, or the champagne — nuttin |
You won’t hear a nigga on the microphone frontin |
And no love songs, I’m not serenadin |
I’m just narratin the streets on my beats |
I’m a New York nigga, and Strawberry’s home |
That’s a New York nigga, and it gets no bigger |
Go figure; |
ch-ch-check out, check out, check out «My Melody» |
Bittin niggas' style that’s a Jayo Felony |
I’m a rap pioneer what you tellin me? |
This ain’t hot in the street, so what you sellin me? |
That’s a bootleg rap, shake dance Duke |
You a fluke, got proof and that’s that |
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan (uh-huh) |
Chilltown, my nigga what’s happenin? |
«Chilltown, New York» (chill. chill. chill.) |
It was all good just a week ago |
Suffolk, Nausau, Yonkers, Staten |
Chilltown, my nigga what’s happenin? |
«Chilltown, New York» (chill. chill. chill.) |
Yeah, why didn’t you make your own music? |
You thought Down South records’d do it — nope! |
You’re you, and that’s them |
Look in the mirror, that’s you, and that’s them — find yourself |
If 'Pac came back he’d be a mad muh’fucker |
Now all y’all proceeds should be goin to his mother |
get your money, your career was cute |
But y’all hoes will soon be exposed, open the doors |
The Don King of the rap ring, I bring the mic |
Promote the hype, be in Vegas that night, let’s fight! |
Ding, there’s nuttin more to it |
I’m takin back the city and that key you got to it — yep |
I’m the first one to bounce Down South |
A-T-L in ninety-two, I took that route — uh-huh |
Real recognize real |
Def Squad regime, the rap supreme, that’s my team, yeah |