KRS-One, Shaggy, Mad Lion - Ey-Yo! (The Reggae Virus) lyrics
Orville Burrell
[KRS-One, Shaggy, Mad Lion - Ey-Yo! The Reggae Virus lyrics]
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy ohh
The champagne drink, rock-n-roll link
Holy smoke pon de bass mix
(tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de pub just say, eyyy yo
Eyyy yo (Rob him like dat
Man now come down bring it)
Eyyyheyyyo eyyyyy yo
(Ya come down now KRS, tell em, tell em
Yeah)
You don't realize the magnitude
I laugh at you
Flappin you rat-a tat, you on your own avenue
While I'm slappin you, askin you
"Why you actin new?"
Crushin a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan! Like DeNiro
Be a teacher, be a role model, be a hero
Get it clear yo, I be rollin with de po-sse
Now do your plan over or get, ran over
I be crusin down the highway
Just sportin in the fly way
Turn it up a notch on de sound system
Creepin through traffic with the sunroof open
To ventilate the scent from
The spliff we smokin
Huff with a chop we do not
We make up a ninety pound sess crop
Last week!
We close in the Jeep, no fire for sleep
Dem come rough and make you
One of dem weak or in de dance kill a watch
Like chicken in my pot
Call dem with de champagne
Can't stop that's right!
Man of been to dem place, to champagne away
And dem only can buy Red Stripe
"I see you move" look now man, look look
"I see you move" i think it's time for it
Who dat from the chat with the boom shot
Hit you with the lyrical bash, so won't last
Rudebwoy check your stash, caught the cash
And if you don't like dat
Somebody gettin bitch-slapped
I'm the raggamuffin with the Dream Team
KRS, Mad Lion guaranteed to
Make your money scream
(See? All you need) rhythmatical style
(Need) ya done gwan irie, peep
Pump ya best if ya irie, like me
Cause we don't want know si-ren, hey
Nuff a rhyme works, nobody gets hurt
Look up on the dancefloor
Herd of nothin but skirts
Fellas in the club, actin like vi-pers
Bitin them girls like your
Name was Marv Albert
Baby love no fighting, come to back biting
You and your girlfriend should
Do the right thing
I'mma let this beat swing
While I think I'm the king
And go rap pon a nice sexy young queen
"I see you move" "I see you move"
Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy ohh
Like Shaggy, one called KRS
The champagne drink, rocking gold link
Only smoke pon de best sess
(tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de pub just say, eyyy yo
Eyyy yo eyyyheyyyo eyyyyy yo
Yo get your hands up! Yo!
On the mic I'm sheddin light
You better get it right
I produce what you like
Satisfy your appetite
No fly-by-night, we rock you right
KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo
Whassup with this money?
Mind bogglin, oh love them ogling
Turn watch while we seek
See now stop dance wid dem
Don'tcha want this girl
With her Erykah streak
Kafi yome love go me because we off that weed
Chase while we head to the watch pon me wrist
We gets another week til we own necklace
Get receipt on me watch
If we buy it then we flaunt it
Kill you alla dem, make dem come back haunted
Alla big up to Shaggy rock love
Mad supporters, love
And de people rock dis KRS-One
Ya feel the vibes all mel-low
Shaggy, I want cha pump ya fist and
Just throw it up like this
Yeah, uhh, push it up, yeah, uhh, let em know
I wanna big up my whole, hip-hop fraternity
Yeah my reggae fraternity, yeah
All men, all posse everybody in this rock
Left right yeah, uhh, sync your butt, yeah
Uhh, Mad Lion, uhh uhh, Flatbush style, uhh
Brooklyn Queens Bronx style, yeah
Strong Island, wicked wild, yeah
Uhh, and New York town flavor all the crew
KRS-One, Shaggy, Mad Lion run dat