Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh No, artist - Mos Def. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh No |
| Mos def] |
| Yeah. |
| One for the treble, two for the bass |
| Welcome to the great incredible paper chase |
| Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace |
| Oh no Niggas aint scared to hustle |
| Its been seven days, the same clothes |
| Ask them originals cause they know |
| Mos def, nate dogg, and pharoahe |
| Step away from the mic they too cold |
| The funk might fracture your nose |
| Say my name, say my name |
| Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down |
| And played my game, my own two raise my flame |
| Cause dick ridin aint my thang |
| I earned what they said I wouldnt |
| I got it the way they said I couldnt |
| But now Im gettin it and they whole grill is crooked |
| Mad cause Im gettin caked out from my bookings |
| When yall was askin permission I just stepped up and took it What?! |
| the kids better buy my rookie card now |
| Cause after this year the price aint comin down |
| And if you got a joint bubblin then get money now |
| Cause in a minute, theres gonna be some real trouble comin out |
| Just a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed it The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it Its a shame that jealous gays is too short to see it But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement |
| We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7−1 precinct |
| Call it a day or make it a long evenin |
| You keep on schemin, man give me some more reason |
| To have the women in your mamas church screamin «lord jesus!» |
| Harder than yall cause Im smarter than yall |
| I know that deep down its got to be bothering yall |
| Pay attention, watch fly gon get larger than yall |
| Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all |
| The mathematic problem for yall, it just get harder to solve |
| Every day that the saga evolve |
| The do or die stay rumblin and bumblin hard |
| And when we move, we aint got no discussion at all |
| East coast on your neck and you aint shruggin it off |
| Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin off |
| Im daddy brooklyn, yall niggaz are the sons of new york |
| Gettin spanked when theres too much trouble to talk |
| Respect mine |
| Oh no Look at who they let in the back door |
| From long beach to brooklyn they know |
| We rock from the east to west coast |
| Queens salute to pharoahe (you know) |
| Step away from the mic they too cold |
| The funk might fracture your nose |
| Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages |
| Through stages of wackness, pharoahes raps are blazin |
| And it amazes — me how you claim thug |
| But go two-ways without skytel pagers |
| Im intellectual, pass more essays/eses |
| Than motorcade police parades through east l.a. |
| More beef then delis, thus what I vent is just |
| What you lust to vent is irrele |
| Huh, hallelujah, pharoahe monchll do ya Maintain the same frame of mind — screw ya! |
| Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures |
| Im equipped to rip ya, reach ya Pharoahe and mos is verbal osmosis |
| Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here |
| Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis |
| The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here |
| Mcs just — come on round |
| Youre the next contestants on «catch-a-beat-down» |
| Dont be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment |
| Its evident we medicine for your whole town |
| Skys the limit, games infinite when Im in it |
| All windows is tinted, how you seein me when Im in it? |
| Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that |
| Put that mic back down, boy, drop that |
| Pharoahes flows blows shows like afros |
| We hate yall though, thats why nate dogg goes: |
| -nate dogg: |
| Oh no Niggas aint scared to hustle |
| Its been seven days, the same clothes |
| Ask them originals cause they know |
| Pharoah and mos verbalize most from coast to coast step away from the mic they |
| Too cold |
| The funk might fracture your nose |
| Oh no Look at who they let in the back door |
| From long beach to brooklyn they know |
| We rock from the east to west coast |
| Queens salute to pharoahe (you know) |
| Step away from the mic they too cold |
| The funk might fracture your nose |