Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speak Ya Clout (Feat. Jeru The Damaja And Lil Dap), artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Speak Ya Clout (Feat. Jeru The Damaja And Lil Dap) |
| Last year record companies were chumping me |
| But now like chicks they all be up on me |
| And me so horny, I hit 'em like a groupie |
| Snatch off my hat, wash my dick, and keep it moving |
| Showing and proving on a day to day basis |
| I rep New York and a million different places |
| State to state, country to country |
| My skills are legend in the style of poetry |
| I’ve paid my dues to this game, word to mother |
| East New York hops, it gets no rougher |
| Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since '85 |
| Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I’ve |
| Achieved mad props though niggas roll around in jeeps |
| I ride the A Train and get mad beeps |
| So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks |
| Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. |
| rocks, Glocks |
| Are not needed it’s all done with the mind |
| I neutralize suckers because I’m alkaline |
| I could go on for days speaking 'bout my clout |
| So Lil Dap snatch the mic and choke the motherfucker out |
| No, you can’t hide from jail and you can’t hide from the street |
| Lyrics do get deep when you walk in the east |
| A unique sound from the underground made the brothers unite |
| I’m slapping pound to pound with real niggas, ai’ght? |
| Ain’t nothing changed but the weather, rain, storm or whatever |
| You pour the forty on the ground for the brothers who ain’t around |
| Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto |
| A nigga said he couldn’t do it 'til the shit hit the fan |
| Last year I was the man ripping up every jam |
| So it’s your hobby, nothing serious 'til things get rough |
| I’m stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won’t get enough |
| Of Lil Dap, what’s that? |
| Fuck around, you get slapped |
| Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we’re well organized |
| Make the chicks say 'ow' and the brothers say 'ho' |
| You can’t tell a motherfucker what to do with his life |
| Niggas tend to live trife, so I react with a mic |
| It’s the end of the time so I got to gets mine |
| Ayo 'Ru, what’s your function? |
| Meet me at Broadway Junction |
| Before I start to get in it, better yet I just kick it |
| Ayo son, if you’re with it Guru starts to flip it |
| Uh with my .38 five shot I bust a bumboclaat |
| He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop |
| I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out |
| From the get go I let go shit to make you petro |
| Watching fly niggas show you how to rhyme asshole |
| You know the motherfucking situation |
| So get down, get down with the Gangstarr Foundation |
| Now I’mma touch on reality, chumps can’t fuck with me |
| And all the honeys be loving me |
| My style be kicking crazy butt |
| Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt |
| Your girl pays me but ain’t no need to try and stop her |
| I’m Big Poppa steer your girl then I’ll drop her |
| 'Cause she be working on my nerves |
| And yo I got more game than the bitch got curves |
| I’m like Gambino, the slick head honcho |
| Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto |
| And I know, I’ll break your back with my rap like smack |
| Because I’m all that |
| And so the next time when you’re wishing for my downfall |
| I’ma come back to drown y’all |
| With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath |
| And stay the fuck out my path |