Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lemme Find Out, artist - Phife Dawg. Date of issue: 24.09.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lemme Find Out |
| Growin up I used to use the Afro Sheen |
| Knicks and Lakers was my favorite basketball teams |
| Underground MC, but I can bring it mainstream |
| Rap style being seen like muthafuckin Tom Greene |
| In the immortal words of Rakim, I’m a microphone fiend |
| Trini say 'yes, Jamaica say 'seen' |
| (Hold it down) gotta hold it down for Queens |
| (Recognize) My name is Phife |
| People still takin rappin for a joke |
| All they know is chips, whips, dank, hoes and smoke |
| What we need is raw peoples who will practice they craft |
| Goin hard to the extreme, why would you go half-assed? |
| Call me the Cal Ripken of the industry (Carl who?) |
| Seen rappers shine, as well as seen some hang their head in misery |
| No matter what whoever said, I stuck with it |
| Stay committted, hence the reason competition stay gettin shitted |
| On — what — I’ve held shit in for so long |
| (Go 'head, Phife, get your man on) |
| Reminiscin 'bout them school lunch tables I used to bang on |
| Run-D.M.C. |
| at M.S.G. |
| gettin they shine on |
| Knowin one day I’d get that chance, yo |
| And the reward wasn’t just dough, it was when people hit the danceflo' |
| A way with culture lyrics or shorties singin «Can I kick it?» |
| Yeah, that’s the ticket, go 'head, show me your Tribe spirit |
| Man listen, I’m here to tell it |
| Success was bound to come, how I know? |
| I can smell it |
| Phife be sharper than an arrow |
| Equivalent to Pete Rock or Primo collectin vinyl |
| Cause it’s all about the love, yo |
| Battle whoever whenever, let’s get it on, yo |
| Bust that ass like no tomorrow |
| Just to keep the flows up to par |
| But nowadays none of you maggots would like to spar |
| But here I are, 10 years in the cut |
| Five albums, did three of em dope, two of them (*disgusted sound*) — and such |
| and such |
| But like they say, a true champ, he always rises |
| Phife Dawg, Da LP, full of surprises |
| (Lemme find out) Y’all niggas ain’t got no clout |
| (Lemme find out) Y’all niggas got my name in your mouth |
| (Lemme find out) Them labels lately puttin shit out |
| (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out) Ah-ha |
| (Lemme find out) You want me to come blow up the spot |
| (Lemme find out) Y’all niggas is all in the cot |
| (Lemme find out) You don’t know about Pete Rock |
| (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out) Ah-ha |
| (Lemme find out) |
| On my way to the club better known as One-Tweezy |
| Where you find them fake ballers and some hoes lookin sleazy |
| The place where robbin a nigga is so easy |
| Same club where strippers go, I think I found one to ease me |
| 1:30 in the morning, taking it easy |
| This one dude’s all in my shit, for a sec I thought I had tits, gee |
| I overheard him saying that my rap style was pussy |
| I’m nothin on my own, the rest were better without me |
| I couldn’t comprehend, he said it under his breath |
| But when I did, no hesitation, to my business I stepped |
| What you say? |
| Excuse me? |
| Pardon? |
| Oh, don’t be a bitch, sucker |
| Now you wanna act shy? |
| You know my name, muthafucka |
| Straight pussy nigga, oh now it’s what, you don’t know? |
| Believe me man, you can get that ass bust for sho' |
| Just because a nigga rappin, what you think it can’t happen? |
| What the deal, you wanna dance? |
| We can get straight to scrappin |
| Hm, I’m sayin Pete, you know the drilly, black (No doubt, son) |
| New York is to the fullest, we don’t know how to act |
| But on a professional level, should I deal with this? |
| Like the Goodie Mob say, I’m too real for this |
| Work too muthafuckin hard for this |
| Used to lie, cheat, steal for this |
| An innovator when it comes to this |
| Feed my fam with this, put clothes on they back with this |
| Bust my ass to be a part of this |
| Livin my life with this |
| Makin people straight rejoicin this |
| Aw fuck it, I’m so nice with this |
| I make your broad drop her drawers for this |
| Slit her wrist for this, and now what, punk, bitch |
| But fuck it yo, I ain’t trippin |
| I know a asshole when I see one, just don’t get caught slippin |
| So what the fuck now, nigga? |
| Yo, suck on ??? |
| right here, in my pants, behind my zipper |
| (Lemme find out) Y’all niggas ain’t got no clout |
| (Lemme find out) Y’all niggas got my name in your mouth |
| (Lemme find out) Them labels lately puttin shit out |
| (Lemme find out) What (Lemme find out) What |
| (Lemme find out) You want me to come blow up the spot |
| (Lemme find out) Y’all niggas is all in the cot |
| (Lemme find out) You don’t know about Pete Rock |
| (Lemme find out) Ah (Lemme find out) Ah |
| (Lemme find out) |
| Yo |
| Till 2000-bombaclaat-30 |
| Ya hear me |
| Live life |
| Live long |
| Stay strong |
| I’m out |
| (No doubt, son) |