Deda, Pete Rock - Blah Uno lyrics
Pete Rock [Peter Phillips] The Bronx, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Deda, Pete Rock - Blah Uno lyrics]
1, 2, 3, Uh
Blah Uno, here to put suckers in the mix
The musical's fixed for me
To bust wild dicks, so yeah
Busting off nuts in the chicks-to-sluts
And the gangsta bitches
And you uptight witches
The 7-7-7 D, proper stopper
Boot knocker, skin dropper
Regular hip hopper
Back in effect so put the dough in
The deck and then blast the sound
And pull over by the playground
Uh huh, you the flavor-nigga flow
I roll with force champ, so
Don't get Pa amped
You might get stamped into a mudhole uh oh
Your face is looking like the
Bottom of my Timbos
A pitbull as I get dough
People I know you know
The style and the profile is
Crazy on the down low
So, um, cousin, fix the bass and treble
Blah Uno, step into the next level
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
The original individual
There's nothing there but his material
This shit is pregnant, in other words fat
I get over like a rat
But my shit ain't cheesy, black
I gets busy to the funk in the studio
Like Phil Collins, su-su-sudio
If you swinging you can't be booty, yo
I'm straight up so, um, give up the cooty, ho
I'm not chicken, it's more like kicking
No willy
To the skins looking right in the city
You know the M-O
I jump out the limo with the don
Because I got it going on
No question, here's a suggestion
Kids, stop 'fessing to learn a quick lesson
So, um, cousin, fix the bass and treble
Blah Uno, step into the next level
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
D to the E to the D and a fucking I
Hookers can't walk by because I gotta try
I push up and I prove to skins
To cut that zero for a nigga with some wins
A brother with a Benz, real flashy, right?
In my sight? Don't believe the hype
You know the type, unstable plateau
Grew up in a shadow and ancestries we rattle
Now ditto
My man got a thirst for the rhyming
His image is climbing and
He's ready for signing
No riffing, no whining
Just fiending for fame
Puffing a center vein and able to entertain
Who's to blame? But a whole lot's missing
Man, listen: It's not a game, it's a mission
So, um, cousin, fix the bass and treble
Blah Uno, step into the next level
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno, yeah to put suckers in the mix"
Blah Uno, here to put suckers in the mix
The musical's fixed for me
To bust wild dicks, so yeah
Busting off nuts in the chicks-to-sluts
And the gangsta bitches
And you uptight witches
The 7-7-7 D, proper stopper
Boot knocker, skin dropper
Regular hip hopper
Back in effect so put the dough in
The deck and then blast the sound
And pull over by the playground
Uh huh, you the flavor-nigga flow
I roll with force champ, so
Don't get Pa amped
You might get stamped into a mudhole uh oh
Your face is looking like the
Bottom of my Timbos
A pitbull as I get dough
People I know you know
The style and the profile is
Crazy on the down low
So, um, cousin, fix the bass and treble
Blah Uno, step into the next level
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
The original individual
There's nothing there but his material
This shit is pregnant, in other words fat
I get over like a rat
But my shit ain't cheesy, black
I gets busy to the funk in the studio
Like Phil Collins, su-su-sudio
If you swinging you can't be booty, yo
I'm straight up so, um, give up the cooty, ho
I'm not chicken, it's more like kicking
No willy
To the skins looking right in the city
You know the M-O
I jump out the limo with the don
Because I got it going on
No question, here's a suggestion
Kids, stop 'fessing to learn a quick lesson
So, um, cousin, fix the bass and treble
Blah Uno, step into the next level
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
D to the E to the D and a fucking I
Hookers can't walk by because I gotta try
I push up and I prove to skins
To cut that zero for a nigga with some wins
A brother with a Benz, real flashy, right?
In my sight? Don't believe the hype
You know the type, unstable plateau
Grew up in a shadow and ancestries we rattle
Now ditto
My man got a thirst for the rhyming
His image is climbing and
He's ready for signing
No riffing, no whining
Just fiending for fame
Puffing a center vein and able to entertain
Who's to blame? But a whole lot's missing
Man, listen: It's not a game, it's a mission
So, um, cousin, fix the bass and treble
Blah Uno, step into the next level
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno" "The highest title, Numero Uno"
"Blah Uno, yeah to put suckers in the mix"