Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down The Line, artist - Nice & Smooth. Album song Ain't A Damn Thing Changed, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Down The Line |
Check it out, check it out |
I got my whole crew in the house |
and we gon’turn this house into a home |
straight up and down |
I got my man Melo T in the house |
I got my man Preacher Earl in the house |
I got my man Asu in the house |
I got my man Gang Starr in the house |
and to my brother Smooth B is in the house |
and I’m Greg N-i-c-e, I’m in the house |
So peep it I got a shitload of story tales in my sack |
Please come in, hang your coat on the rag |
While you at it, make my coffee black |
So I can get the monkey from off my back |
15 cents minus 5 is a dime |
Sexy young ladies, let’s intertwine |
Greg N-i-c-e ran it down the line-line |
I’m the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh Preacher Earl and I’m considered a superstar |
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll |
By the time I sweat I’m out of control |
I’m like a locomotive goin express |
My lyrics written in spraypaint on the wall (ssss…) def |
I’m from Uptown, I’m a gangster from the projects |
Either or, take it all, get much respect |
Destined for fame when I’m goin for mine |
This, this is how I run it down the line |
Hey yo, beats, styles, mics I be flashin |
If you step up step in a orderly fashion |
See, I collect the dough for the show and then I’m dashin |
House parties I’m crashin, pool parties I’m splashin |
Eatin candy yams, drinkin Baby Sham, breakin down (?) |
Got the masterplan, glance at the Melo stance |
Arms are crisscrossed, posture rasta |
When I wanna go to the mall, I need a helicopter |
Rrrrring — I think that’s my time |
Yo, (this is how we run it down the line) |
The biggeda-Bass Blaster with a tongue-twistin rhyme |
(This is how we run it down the line) |
Yo, literally, literary literature |
Six slippery Seals slippin silently ashore |
Sally sold seashells down by the seashore |
Sold two shells but couldn’t see to sell no more |
Beautiful babblin brooks bubba between blossom and banks |
Brothers above the Brooks take a punch off the plank |
A big black bug bit a big black bear, bit him on the rear |
The bear was big but the bug didn’t care, he had no fear |
How much would could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? |
Yo, I don’t know, all I know is I say it good |
Asu, you got the funky, funky rhymes |
Yo my brother, run it down the line |
Yo, rhymes is rippin and the mic is passed to me It was too young so they got me for statuatory |
Don’t take me for granted, punk, yeah, and think I’m worthless |
Fuck movin mountains I move planets and you’ll be earthless |
You don’t wanna battle Asu, all I leave is fossils |
Lethal Weapons Die Harder cause the Mission’s Impossible |
And my rhymes is riper, I’m ready to come crisper |
Old jacks know that so they go back and whisper |
Takin surveys, gettin nervous, I’m just too worthy |
They can’t stand me and say, «He can’t be from Jersey» |
Mad, mad response I’m catchin just as soon as I step into the place |
That’s why a smile’s on my face |
I got styles that you trace with haste but I’m too deep |
Lots of the ladies I meet, I must be sweet |
So I say hold up and wait up and then listen here |
My rhymes come crisp and clear, but beware |
My format is all that, my concept’s refined |
The Gang to the S-t-a-double r shines |
Chumps be losin it, abusin it, not gainin |
So there my gain is they vanish while I’m remainin |
And twice as Nice with a Smooth groove I end my rhyme |
And yo (this is how we run it down the line) |
Yeah, lyrical, financial and spiritual |
A dream of touchin my style would take a miracle |
You didn’t know how deadly was my flow as I grow |
And bumrush and crush any foe |
But I prefer to have a good time when I rhyme |
But lately I have had to refine and be sublime |
Cause sometimes some people don’t understand |
That I’m a man with ambitious plans and I stand to live grand |
And they fight with all their money invested to hold me back |
But now I’m featuring the mack pack |
Smooth B, you know I’m feelin fine |
(This is how we run it down the line) |
As I go on the Bass Blaster’s in the house |
to my man in the house |
to my man in the house |
to my man Slick Nick |
to my man Vance Wright in the house |
and Premier, you’se a mutha |
Uhm-uhm |