Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Plaques, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Album song The Best Kept Secret, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.01.2007
Record label: DMAFT
Song language: English
The Plaques |
| Yeah Harry! |
| Kool Keith |
| We in here |
| Ced Gee, uh-huh |
| TR, Moe Love |
| You cats are scared to write |
| I can tell by the way you nibble, dash and doggie bite |
| You sweat in the booth, spit negative truth |
| With all your might, look at you scratchin for rank |
| I’m sorry Mr. Strongarm, I can see the way you fight |
| Over hampster food, that’s not right |
| Now I’ma have to urinate in your left hand |
| Teach you how to be polite |
| Stop it, stop it, you hittin me hard~! |
| I don’t like the way you can’t even play right |
| With gigantic pub and news hype |
| You walk the walk, your shoes are too tight, dinosaur metaphor |
| Pack in the back of your Ford Explorer |
| The plaques, 2000 gold records on the wall |
| Ten million people in tuxedos |
| Waitresses with Lamborghinis at the grand ball |
| Yeah! |
| Check it, uhh |
| Now you got niggas that talk good ones |
| You got niggas that talk bad ones |
| Nah I ain’t either/or dawg, son I just carry big guns |
| This rap shit? |
| I do it for fun |
| Now I’m still missin my nigga Big Pun |
| Now I still got you corward niggas on the run |
| Now I still keep 16 bars on the stash son |
| And if I got to spit, the average cat’s career is done |
| Now don’t be stunned, you know youse a bum |
| You been livin off years from my crumb |
| Dawg I saw your mom last night, believe me son |
| She swallowed all my cum, she loved every ounce |
| I smeared all the leftover residue on her face, then I bounced |
| I met my squad at the studio, we put down some heat |
| I know a lot of you cats don’t believe me |
| But y’all the same cats that are scared to walk the streets |
| I’m tired of people talkin what they capable of doin |
| The thing to leave rap quick, the table’s empty in this area |
| What do you bring to |
| When I come you cancel your phone ring too |
| Uhh, yeah, uhh |
| I blaze spots with it, bribe cops with it |
| I purchase platinum things, cop rocks with it |
| Even iced out socks with it |
| Chrome with it, whips with it, dime pieces |
| Disposable Glocks with it, I cop Crist' with it |
| Make flicks with it, we bustlin all the industry dawg |
| That’s how we gettin it, we roll with it |
| Bling with it, flow with it |
| Thug life, son we reinvented it |
| Hit politicians with it, make sure the jury’s with it |
| Hit the judge with it, uhh, the whole team’s acquited |
| We circumvent the rap salary cap |
| Sup my accountant next, yo Ced, how you did it? |