Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elite Fleet, artist - O.G.C.. Album song Da Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Elite Fleet |
Intro: |
Enter Gentlemen, take your seats |
You have been brought here for a task |
only universal soldiers are brought for (yeah) |
Let’s begin |
Hook: |
Thee Elite Fleet stands tall and proud |
See if you can pick the livest one out the crowd |
MC’s you won’t be around next year |
M.S. |
comin' from the rear |
M.S.: |
We see your kind many times (many times) |
Yappin' off your guns lettin' your lips flap |
M.S. |
will push your wig back givin' stain from your shit crack |
For who card shit I turn styles like the door knob |
Bring ya more but it don’t matter because me and squad Bogard |
For so long we hear the dumb shit that some do |
These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos |
So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes |
I brings it to your grill while Originoo Gunn Clap you |
And it’s no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure |
Heltah Skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher |
Ready to get ya |
So open up wide and wreckognize |
And see who stands before your eyes in the 9−5 |
Coping with my high feeling the lye as it kick |
A big of my brain thinkin' of this chickenhead I stuck my dick in |
Top Dawg: |
They call me Top Dawg, Top Dawg of the year |
Flowin' with my full grown dreads and army gear |
When I come through with my Bucktown crew |
You better be on point because we might be looking for you |
All y’all punany snake niggas remind me |
Why we roll strickly Bootcamp in the 90's |
Come try we if you wanna, cause we gwan flex |
Break niggas necks |
Then hop on the iron horse get up with my elite fleet |
So we can smoke X amount of ganja weed |
It’s alright if you wanna get high |
But when you enter this session make sure you got lye |
Cause sense we smoke mad sensi |
Original dreads fortified blunt heads |
Nuff said nuff punk gwon dead |
Fuck all that bullshit, it’s time to get red |
Hook |
Lil' Rock (of the representitives): |
Representitives coming up form the fuckin' rear |
You’re missing in action no time for relaxin' |
We packin' mental thoughts that’ll blow this nations back in |
No need escape this zone unknown |
Cause we travel to explore when the goals then bring the trophy home |
Supreme (of the Representitives): |
Just like in a movie we breakin' through these niggas terrine |
Supreme brings pain to your frame you can’t hang |
(you can’t maintain) In the mist where guns click |
13 deep thee elite we don’t miss |
Lil' Rock: |
Cause we be the squad called the Representitives |
Lil' Rock and Supreme aka Gen Grim and Mr. Perfect |
Lord don’t want to be known to hurt shit |
Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for what it’s worth kid |
Supreme: |
And thats all catch a black from black pull |
Niggas that slack off I’m breakin' they glass jaw |
So ask for, forgiveness to end this |
The Representitives mean buisness |
Hurricane Starange: |
Yo I’m hype pass me the motherfuckin' mic |
Rock ya like Robbin', I Clock ya like Spike |
Lee, S-T-R-A-N-G-L-E cooler then? |
That’s what bitches tell me, strickly rugged |
Run and tell ya momma cause she loves it |
Hold it down like my niggas when they pissing ou in public |
But you know and spolice spot you they lock you |
But my nigga Hocktu got you ready to knock you |
Senseless cause against this you defencless |
Don’t even speak nigga you weak, strengthless |
So all them niggas keeping they eye on the cash flow |
Ash hole M16 steam through my afro |
It’s all about the storm fuck what you’re under |
Gun Clapper number one a.k.a. Starange Wondah |
Hook |
Yo it’s the nigga Bad Vybes creepin' up from the rear |
Bad Vybes: |
Now you know Bad want this done so I switch |
To some next shit in 9−6 like fuck a bitch |
But I quickly squeeze up on your shorites ass and titties |
And turn to my committee and score here shit a 50 |
Percent fake a move your face meet cement |
I know a lot of guys want to test the Vybes |
But most of y’all get fried like eggs on the side |
(Lone Desperado) Never could refuse a bottle |
Of pain my stomach turn to words of Ellen |
Chumps fakin' jacks while I’m dishin' out the smacks G |
You riff tracks bout how you feel with ruegs in your back |
Louieville: |
Playin' clean sweep for thee Elite Fleet we call him Shocker |
Second source out the storm shock like Blanca |
Games you hit I split them shit’s get broken like bridges |
With bitches cause all they see is riches |
Hit’s ya softly, something unlawfully |
Smash the mask and cream and can the dog food I warned you |
One strike that ass is dead |
It’s just no fair you know the rules nigga I don’t care |
3 you fall can’t take no more |
All that bullshit hot pops out that front door |
Enough of it punk bitches I know you dug it |
Shit ya rougher then boulder rocks labeled granite |
Stoney elite fleet jeeps take me home |
Buffalo batted and Meson saved the chrome |
Outro: |
Well gentlemen we have all come to an agreement |
along with our darkside connection Heltah Skeltah |
we will now be known as Magnum Force |
You all have your orders, we have come to a successful agreement |
Meeting is adjourned |
But first leave your girlfriends new britches in the basket |
Scratching |
«Yuu won’t be around next year"-→ Craig Mack, Flava In Ya Ear |