| I’m the original, one that niggaz be bitin'
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| but fools wanna meet it, exactly what they did it I been wreckin’shit 'fore thousand B.C.
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| back in the days, nigga on your T.V.
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| back when my nigga King-T was the coolest
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| when fifteen eighty still had that mack attack
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| it was just head fool bustin’on the west
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| I was just like the pinky, now the shit is stinky
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| the Great Elephant is what they call me around the way
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| cause I be stoppin’mothafuckers all day
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| Uhh, king of the jungle, listen to my roar
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| I be wreckin’shit, keepin’hoochies on the floor
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| they be gettin’hot, but I don’t give a damn
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| I be caressin’the Mic when I hit jams
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| makin’in morning chrome till I’m throu
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| cause I’m gonna make it real funky for you
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| uhh, the walking black gaint, with the Desert Eagle
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| but how many niggaz can I fit in my Regal
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| niggaz can’t get me in my place to live
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| because of all the funky-Ass-Shit that I give
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| I got hypocrite-Niggaz-Balls hangin’in the back
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| no more think I’m hick, go and make it kinda quick
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| cause I’m on a mission and they know I’m comin'
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| every time they hear I’m comin’was all fools they start runnin'
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| fifty thousand troops lookin’like the middle East
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| the shit I have to do, just to get a little peace
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| cause busters, they wanna be chillin'
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| with that nigga that be callin’the villain
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| can’t be hate them, as I direct my boogie ain’t water down
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| my boogie be thumpin’and hittin’fools way across town
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| Planners ridicuble, niggaz stay cool
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| comin’up with fat shit sittin’on Fro-stool
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| as I think into my self by I never talk back
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| as I walk to the shack «to the shack»
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| everyday that I’m livin’niggaz be trippin'
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| cause all the funky shit that I be givin'
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| it’s like yeah I’m still here, still at the game
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| I’m makin’that funky shit cause ain’t nothin’change
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| niggaz they wanna know what’s up, I’m still chillin'
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| yeah I’m still the Villain, yeah I’m maybe killin'
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| I carry my big stick, walk down the block
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| roll through Compton with my nigga Rocc
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| MC-Ren The Mad Scientist bustin’tight-Ass-Raps «why»
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| cause the nigga gotta make snaps
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| there’s too many clowns up on the jew paps
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| too many itty-bitties occupyin’the Rap City
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| so I’ma call Don Corleone with bad news
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| and make nigga enough of that they can’t refuse
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| so hold your breath whenever I’ll bust a verse
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| and hold on tight cause it get much worse
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| I set boogie traps where ever that I kick it but you can’t come and kick it cause niggaz might stick it ain’t no warning down niggaz on these streets
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| and ain’t no warning down rhymes with these beats
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| a Mad Scientist straight outta C.P.T
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| that don’t give a fuck if he can’t M. C…
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| Yeah, yeah
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| (*Elephant roars*) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Great Elephant , by - MC Ren. Song from the album The Villain In Black, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп