EPMD Lyrics
EPMD Lyrics
"Lil Crazy Lyrics"
Haste To The Wedding Lyrics
[Instrumental]
[Instrumental]
[Erick Sermon]
Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out y'all
Uhh, Shadz of Lingo in the house
E Double's in the house with Def Squad
on the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo
Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around
and _Humpin' Around_ like Bobby Brown across town
I ain't with that, so don't cramp my style
Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what I'm doin
when I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown like E.T.
Makes me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame
than Batman played by Michael Keaton
I crossed over, let me name someone that's black
with fame, and pockets that are fat
Heyyy, Erick Sermon, he's one
Packs a gun, that's bigger than Malcolm's
Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid
so I can shoot his ass like Cup
Rough Boys Lyrics
Tough boys Running the streets Come a little closer Rough toys Under the sheets Nobody knows her Rough boys Don't walk away I very nearly missed you Tough boys Come over here I wanna bite and kiss you I wanna see what I can find Tough kids Take a bottle of wine When your deal is broken Ten quid She's so easy to find Not a word is spoken Rough boys Don't walk away I'm still pretty b
idTough boys Running the streets Come a little closer Rough toys Under the sheets Nobody knows her Rough boys Don't walk away I very nearly missed you Tough boys Come over here I wanna bite and kiss you I wanna see what I can find Tough kids Take a bottle of wine When your deal is broken Ten quid She's so easy to find Not a word is spoken Rough boys Don't walk away I'm still pretty b
E 2 bingos, down with the Shadz of Lingo
Here to bust out the funky single
Ahh shit, there goes my pager
I'll see you later, because yo
Chorus: Erick Sermon
Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4X)
[Shadz of Lingo - 1]
One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the real
Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest
from the A.K., somebody scream MAYDAY
Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday
The funk is flowin to the maximum
from the E Double, while I kick the facts to them
Check a chill brother with class, rough enough
to run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
and don't give a motherfuck how you feel
Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it
Ain't wi
I Can't Hold Back Lyrics
There's a story in my eyes Turn the pages of desire Now it's time to trade those dreams For the rush of passion's fire I can feel you tremble when we touch And I feel the hand of fate Reaching out to both of us I've been holding back the night I've been searching for a clue from you I'm gonna try with all my might To make this story line come true Can ya feel me tremble when we touch Can ya feel the hand of fate Reach
h the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about itThere's a story in my eyes Turn the pages of desire Now it's time to trade those dreams For the rush of passion's fire I can feel you tremble when we touch And I feel the hand of fate Reaching out to both of us I've been holding back the night I've been searching for a clue from you I'm gonna try with all my might To make this story line come true Can ya feel me tremble when we touch Can ya feel the hand of fate Reach
The big nigga with the bud and I'm on that
E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that
Chorus
[Shadz of Lingo - 2]
Yo it's the Lingo of the Shadz
Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious
melodious metaphorical music with mo' shit
that you used to, and stylin that you ain't
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*} Oh no, there's my mic squeakin
A soundman's body turnin up every weekend
Some think I done the killin, you know I can't remember
I can't recall a full week since this past December
And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em
Yo Al. B catch the buddha lightin torches, I'ma bust em
But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
to hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout MURDER
Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape
Painted Ladies Lyrics
It's a grey, grey morning, the rain it do fall I'm feeling hungry and low My bed's so empty, how I wish I could call On the painted ladies I know When you've got no credit, don't hold no sway With the painted ladies I know It's a ``Thank you for nothing, we'll see you someday'' The painted ladies I know Leave at home what you value enough And laugh all your senses away When you want to love everyone, how can you love The
}It's a grey, grey morning, the rain it do fall I'm feeling hungry and low My bed's so empty, how I wish I could call On the painted ladies I know When you've got no credit, don't hold no sway With the painted ladies I know It's a ``Thank you for nothing, we'll see you someday'' The painted ladies I know Leave at home what you value enough And laugh all your senses away When you want to love everyone, how can you love The
The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}
Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}
brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}
Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm straight {straight}
Chill {chill}, yo I need AUHHHH, air, wait {wait}
Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and}
where's the {where's the} soundman
Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}
cause {cause}
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
Hey young world
Check me out, check me, check me out
Hey young world
New York's in the house
Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house
New York's in the motherfuckin, house
Rowdy Records in the motherfuckin, house
Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house
E.D.'s in the motherfuckin house (Def Jam boy)
Shadz of Lingo in the motherfuckin house
Peace.. and we out (Russell Simmons boy)
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