Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Once Upon a Time, artist - Jay Dee. Album song Fan-Tas-Tic, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.01.2009
Record label: Barak
Song language: English
Once Upon a Time |
| We gon rock a man cause we got the fresh tho |
| One-one time, two-two times, three… |
| I’m on a mission |
| I hold the pen and stay twisted |
| The competition my street cats will stay listening (word up) |
| Detroit to New York I still walk the walk |
| Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance y’all |
| Never was known to be an emcee |
| I still rip and flip crowds into a frenzy |
| Reciting facts shit, and it’s like herbs to bite |
| Bum rushing mic tec playing slowly at night |
| Coincide with the mic take flight above shores (word of mouth) |
| I separate mines from yours |
| I look ya up and as I stare in your face |
| Your big mind’s on a hum hum |
| The one you got your idea from |
| Yeah I’m right here son, straight out the slum |
| Makin tracks for dough, gettin paid to do shows |
| So when I blow (what) the niggas respect my flow |
| Ay yo I’m nice with the pill and I rock with Slum Vill |
| Ay yo, you want flows? |
| We got tons of them |
| Pete, Slum and Tim trying to bank shit like the Huntington |
| Get that money and dip |
| Flash the cash in front of them |
| Niggas gruntin' and shit |
| Sayin' nothin I’m done with them |
| Oh yo! |
| Peeps ain’t got a hold they gun on them |
| Cause if one of them cats jump, we all jumpin' in |
| Believe that! |
| We got somethin' for the some dumb |
| Bubble yum chewin that don’t know what they doin' with this rap shit |
| Rap tactics automatic and the fact is y’all know you bored with the whack shit |
| We got that phat shit that auto and track shit and when you hear it man I don’t |
| know how to act, shit |
| It’s like the first related verse and now we rock with the beat |
| Just another causality for S and the V |
| It’s like action is what we give and receive |
| Best do believe we got some shit up our sleeves |
| Shit to dance to, some shit to the trees |
| Some shit if you dyin' and they help you breathe |
| Make a handicap nigga exceed with speed |
| It’s like totally with Toronto to V |
| Doin this for DET in the place to be |
| Can’t forget the rest R, O, I, and T |
| Mac Nicholas baby, what else could it be? |
| Please, lace me with a scratch for the beat |
| In the beginning, it was the S, never no name shit |
| Motherfuckers traveled for miles to Mac Nick |
| We kick rhymes we know they never sound like yours |
| To the mic lookin' like cheap thoughts |
| Fuck this rap shit, I’m too smart for that |
| I do this shit for kicks with my crew, believe that |
| The S is on the way to makin' emcees quick |
| I shoot the kinda rhymes to make the emcees duck |
| On the mic I never fight I call an angel of war |
| Slice an emcee with my palm, a lyrical sword |
| You really want a bottle? |
| You must be ill |
| Well it’s the S, numero uno, I’m in your favorite |
| The negroes make the music that you run out to get |
| Now this is love at the less, new bomb shit |
| Mac Nicholas is earnin' money on some burner shit |
| What, Slum Vill and we out |
| No doubt for 98 |
| Settin ya straight |
| Getcha self laced |
| Peace |