Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Go To Work, artist - Us3. Album song Hand On The Torch - 20th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Note
Song language: English
I Go To Work |
Well it’s me Hi-C and I’m about to wreck shop |
I do damage when I rhyme so yo gimme nuff props |
I go to work, I’m goin' beserk to dope beats |
With strictly fly gear 'cos my style’s unique |
I’m trespassin'. |
All the girls heads that I’m gassin' |
Fill her up son you’ll get tipped for a job well done |
I’m havin' fun, smooth sounds caress your eardrum |
Flow 'cos I know mad styles and then some |
Went to military school just like that movie Tap |
So tip toe tap to my rap |
Okay I know I’m bugged on the mic but I do what I like |
Aye aye, I go pop just for you |
I stay true to my people, where you at, where you at? |
Let me hear ya say ho! |
Yo that was crazy fat, bap-de-do-bap |
Jazzy with the freaky words 'cos I’m toked up on a spliff |
I have to say it felt great when I stepped to the plate |
And I hit that home run just like a hall of fame great |
I cast a spell like Merlin the magician |
Brainstorm to the morn so relax and listen |
I’m from Brooklyn fool so get the funk outta my face |
Place all your bets on me 'cos I’m winnin' this race |
I’m on top yes indeedy I took first prize |
Do I see green with envy written 'cross your eyes |
I hope not, 'cos this dope track’s a sure shot |
Us3 got my back and I pack a fat block |
Nineteen I burst on the scene right quick |
I’m out to make records and mad flicks |
I’m slip slip slidin', I’m dip dip divin' |
'Cos it’s live in full effect and still it keeps climbin' |
I’m a legend on the microphone, weak beat slayer |
Bufferin' the talent all, I got you poppin' bayer |
Step in to this boy you haven’t got a prayer |
I’m kickin' mad ballistics with the old school flavour |
I love fly ladies and I love mad loot |
They say love’s gonna get ya but I don’t give a hoot |
'Cos it’s time to get mine as I bust a fat rhyme |
And like my man Dion says, these nigga’s call me prime time |
Fly the friendly skies I rise higher than the sun |
I say peace to Zeke Love, my man who’s getting' the job done |
I’m a b-boy who don’t play, comin' straight from the head |
I strictly smoke the hay I stay away from the yea-o |
And I’m out like shout I hope you like it a lot |
It’s full of flavour and good to the last drop |