| Well it’s me Hi-C and I’m about to wreck shop
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| I do damage when I rhyme so yo gimme nuff props
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| I go to work, I’m goin' beserk to dope beats
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| With strictly fly gear 'cos my style’s unique
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| I’m trespassin'. |
| All the girls heads that I’m gassin'
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| Fill her up son you’ll get tipped for a job well done
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| I’m havin' fun, smooth sounds caress your eardrum
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| Flow 'cos I know mad styles and then some
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| Went to military school just like that movie Tap
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| So tip toe tap to my rap
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| Okay I know I’m bugged on the mic but I do what I like
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| Aye aye, I go pop just for you
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| I stay true to my people, where you at, where you at?
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| Let me hear ya say ho!
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| Yo that was crazy fat, bap-de-do-bap
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| Jazzy with the freaky words 'cos I’m toked up on a spliff
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| I have to say it felt great when I stepped to the plate
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| And I hit that home run just like a hall of fame great
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| I cast a spell like Merlin the magician
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| Brainstorm to the morn so relax and listen
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| I’m from Brooklyn fool so get the funk outta my face
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| Place all your bets on me 'cos I’m winnin' this race
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| I’m on top yes indeedy I took first prize
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| Do I see green with envy written 'cross your eyes
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| I hope not, 'cos this dope track’s a sure shot
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| Us3 got my back and I pack a fat block
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| Nineteen I burst on the scene right quick
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| I’m out to make records and mad flicks
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| I’m slip slip slidin', I’m dip dip divin'
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| 'Cos it’s live in full effect and still it keeps climbin'
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| I’m a legend on the microphone, weak beat slayer
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| Bufferin' the talent all, I got you poppin' bayer
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| Step in to this boy you haven’t got a prayer
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| I’m kickin' mad ballistics with the old school flavour
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| I love fly ladies and I love mad loot
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| They say love’s gonna get ya but I don’t give a hoot
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| 'Cos it’s time to get mine as I bust a fat rhyme
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| And like my man Dion says, these nigga’s call me prime time
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| Fly the friendly skies I rise higher than the sun
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| I say peace to Zeke Love, my man who’s getting' the job done
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| I’m a b-boy who don’t play, comin' straight from the head
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| I strictly smoke the hay I stay away from the yea-o
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| And I’m out like shout I hope you like it a lot
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| It’s full of flavour and good to the last drop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Go To Work , by - Us3. Song from the album Hand On The Torch - 20th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп