Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ez Up , by - Slum Village. Song from the album Prequel to a Classic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.07.2005
Record label: Barak
Song language: English
Ez Up |
| Fake niggas, talkin shit about me and my click |
| What to do, what to do, what to do? |
| Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
| Where you at, where you at, where you at |
| C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon |
| Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
| Baatin (Jay Dee) |
| T3, keep yourself, respect Allah |
| Jay Dee, don’t do no parties for free no lie (aight) |
| Baatin levatatin up in the sky |
| SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh |
| SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh |
| SV, SV huh, uh |
| (Baatin) |
| One on one, havin some fun, in my master suite |
| Two is better than one, lets make it a master piece |
| You love it when my crew say we from the D |
| You love it when my crew say we work for apathy |
| I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate me |
| Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees |
| Motorbot makin sure niggas is casualties |
| Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft |
| SV, we the type of crew that never fall off |
| Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
| Where you at, where you at, where you at |
| C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon |
| Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
| Baatin (JayDee) |
| Jay Dee, don’t do no parties for free no lie (aight) |
| Jay Dee, don’t do no parties for free no lie (aight) |
| Jay Dee, don’t do no parties for free no lie (I said aight) |
| Where you at, where you at, where you at |
| C’on, c’on |
| Jay Dee (eminem's voice from a Dj cut) |
| Say, (h-, huh) |
| My jam knocks, we knockin motherfuckers out they damn socks |
| Remastered it’s the S of the Pad Lock |
| Been makin money, I been had a fat knot |
| Been loopin up the shit to make ya head nod |
| You say (wh-, what) my jam knocks |
| You can hear me coming off the damn blocks |
| Since a kid I ain’t never played wit damn blocks |
| And I was never ever known to cock block |
| Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socked |
| Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn Glock |
| You say, say, say (huh) my jam knocks |
| These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock |
| Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Rock |
| Compare the S to gators (navigators) we them big blocks |
| We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wop |
| Rock and rule niggas like my man Mop |
| So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop |
| You say (h-huh) my jam knocks |
| You can say the S is the soul shock |
| The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked |
| When devinous cats used to pop locks |
| I steal, when I used to pop locks |
| The S twist shit up like a dred lock |
| You say (h-huh) my jam knocks |
| You say (w-what) my jam knocks |
| So keep ya |
| Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
| Where you at, where you at, where you at |
| C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon |
| Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
| Baatin (T3) |
| T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight) |
| T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight) |
| T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight) |
| It’s like again y’all |
| Uh huh, uh huh, one, two |
| It’s like again y’all |
| Uh huh, uh huh, one, two |
| It’s like makin money’s critical |
| Rhyme written, lyrical |
| Some emcees will never know |
| What we keep on giving and |
| Makin music beautiful, and we keep delivering |
| Y’all niggas to the fall |
| And I ain’t forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, like |
| Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin shit |
| Known to be doing shit, and if you do some shit |
| Know who you fuckin wit |
| Never fuck around with the click |
| Don’t fuck around wit the click |
| You might get ya melon split |
| Uh huh, again y’all, uh huh, one, two |
| It’s like uh huh, again y’all, uh huh, one, two, it’s like |