Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Doubt, artist - Funky DL. Album song Blackcurrent Jazz 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2022
Record label: Washington Classics
Song language: English
No Doubt |
Yo, I’m back current, yep' it’s Blackcurrent Jazz 3 |
I keep it flowing; |
yeah I’m that current |
So please forgive me if you lose me and ain’t with me |
Cos' my style is from the future, I’m a rapper and producer who is |
Stripping half naked melodies from jazz records |
I could take a half a minute, splice it down to half a second |
Shoot a beat out like a weapon, guess that’s why they call me legend |
Twenty years of my expression, turned it into a profession like it’s |
Nothing… I tell you I could do this in my sleep |
I can do this in a multiple of ways but never cheap |
I can do this acapella; |
I can do this on the beat |
I can do this in a stadium or do this in the street |
Say nada', I’m bout to roll a six like it’s Nevada |
Scoop the chips up like a charmer, then I dip without the drama |
Like I’m slipping in pyjamas and I’m feeling like Sinatra |
Playing Midnight Marauders, while I’m sippin' on a vodka |
How’s that for Karma? |
I ain’t hurting nobody |
Coming on another level, so beam me up Scotty |
I do this for my fans, for my ladies, for my mans |
For my crews, for my clans, for reviews, for the grands |
And I choose to withstand if it don’t serve my brand |
Cos' I’m first in command and my verses are planned (to what?) |
To make your speakers bump til' they blown out |
So press play to Blackcurrent tre', no doubt |
No Doubt |
Rappers fall asleep at mics like falling asleep at the wheel |
Now there’s nothing for the reel and everything’s for the meal |
Now everything’s for the bills, no interview for Rolling stone mag |
Beverly Hills, be like Taggart and Rosewood scaling walls for thrills |
Got a jacket so pose good, making calls to girls who don’t care bout' your |
notebook |
Lyrics that you have written, memorized so you don’t look |
And got the best rapport with these promoters who don’t book |
Now bring the beat back, it’s time for me resurrect this Blackcurrent heat black |
I do this with my seat back, eyes closed |
Feet up and with a complete lack of regard for cheap tack |
Too much to keep track, don’t have to prove I’m anything to anyone |
So many things already done, so I’m forever twenty-one |
I made a trinity of albums by the age of twenty-two |
So these older cats were learning what DL already knew |
'God damn!', so you can say I’m in another class from these |
Inbox spam rappers, put em' in the trash |
Cos' they expiration passed and they engine’s out of gas |
And when it comes to music, I’mma kick em' in the ass |
Kick em' in the abs, kick em' out the studio, then kick em' in a cab |
Then kick em' out the neighborhood to kick it on the Ave where my beats zone out |
So press play to Blackcurrent tre', no doubt |
No Doubt |