Masta Killa, U-God, RZA - Digi Warfare lyrics
[Masta Killa, U-God, RZA - Digi Warfare lyrics]
We gon' take this back, crazy old school
Off the head one time
Get a DJ something to a -
Chika chika chika chika chicka chicka-chhhh
Get 'em something to scratch
Y'knowhatimsayin? My nigga Choco
Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's
Peace Allah Math, Red Alert, Marley Marl
Kid Capri, Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr cee
I can't forget, Sway and Tech
Jazz Joyce, DJ Clue, Cocoa Chanel
Irief Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well
Rock the mic well, well, well
On and on, to the break of dawn
Hot Butter on, say what? The popcorn
Freak 'em to the left
While we rock 'em to the right
Brooklyn in the house, who wanna fight?
Can we bounce? Roll to the skate, ya rock?
Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
Come alive party people, gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
Fine, I'm the ninth member of the bunch
Rockin' old school ain't shit to me
MC's OD on the shit that I wrote
Can we smoke while I'm drinkin'?
I'm thinkin' of bonin'
Sugar, I wanna ride yo ass until the mornin'
Leave ya moanin: Jamel Irief, High Chief
Comin' outta East Medins
Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs
Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas
Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave
Tell the fellas back up and
Like let ya breathe
Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
Punch niggas in the face
From Cali to Bed-stuy
Handlin' the steel if the shit get real
Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'
Activation, mind starts sparkin'
Constant elevation, sky walkin'
David Thompson, my Wu niggas stompin'
Down the boulevard, shakin' yo ass
You better watch yo self, I'm type slick
With a nice size - lemme see you work it
She wanna suck it in public
Ol' Dirty Bastard can use
It on the visitings, you wit it?
Then holla like wheels on a peel
Don't squeal
Just keep it on the 'lils, for the Masta Kill
Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel
I see you in the hood
Then ya fam from Tilden
Slid through the back of the buildin'
Heat concealed in stare to your place
Rae bomb the elevator, an
Incarcerated Scarface, here, taste
The lace from the dominant race to the base
In ya face like paste, baby doll
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yes yes y'all
Welcome to the block party, shots lick off
You might wanna hit the deck, but stay calm
It's only us, every thing's still well plush
We freakin' the streets
The Shiek shows the beat
One two, one two
I'mma try this one more time, son
Lemme in there, yo put that nigga back son
(yeah, hit hard)
Like hip hop, like socialize
Clean out ya ears and ya open ya eyes
Liquid Sword to the city
Peace Allah Just, that's one of the committee
Let's hook up the 6 for a chess contest
Relieve a little stress
I'll snatch a bag of the Uptown's best
Make ya love it when ya smell it
It's the velvet
Block of chocolate for a hundred
Dread' got pounds, if ya wanna get down
Or we can catch 'em on the next round
My universal sound is like world renowned
World renowned, world renowned
My universal sound is like world renowned
Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs
Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas
Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave
Tell the fellas back up and
Like let ya breathe
Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
Punch niggas in the face
From Cali to Bed-stuy
Handlin' the steel if the shit get real
Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'
Off the head one time
Get a DJ something to a -
Chika chika chika chika chicka chicka-chhhh
Get 'em something to scratch
Y'knowhatimsayin? My nigga Choco
Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's
Peace Allah Math, Red Alert, Marley Marl
Kid Capri, Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr cee
I can't forget, Sway and Tech
Jazz Joyce, DJ Clue, Cocoa Chanel
Irief Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well
Rock the mic well, well, well
On and on, to the break of dawn
Hot Butter on, say what? The popcorn
Freak 'em to the left
While we rock 'em to the right
Brooklyn in the house, who wanna fight?
Can we bounce? Roll to the skate, ya rock?
Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
Come alive party people, gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
Fine, I'm the ninth member of the bunch
Rockin' old school ain't shit to me
MC's OD on the shit that I wrote
Can we smoke while I'm drinkin'?
I'm thinkin' of bonin'
Sugar, I wanna ride yo ass until the mornin'
Leave ya moanin: Jamel Irief, High Chief
Comin' outta East Medins
Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs
Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas
Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave
Tell the fellas back up and
Like let ya breathe
Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
Punch niggas in the face
From Cali to Bed-stuy
Handlin' the steel if the shit get real
Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'
Activation, mind starts sparkin'
Constant elevation, sky walkin'
David Thompson, my Wu niggas stompin'
Down the boulevard, shakin' yo ass
You better watch yo self, I'm type slick
With a nice size - lemme see you work it
She wanna suck it in public
Ol' Dirty Bastard can use
It on the visitings, you wit it?
Then holla like wheels on a peel
Don't squeal
Just keep it on the 'lils, for the Masta Kill
Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel
I see you in the hood
Then ya fam from Tilden
Slid through the back of the buildin'
Heat concealed in stare to your place
Rae bomb the elevator, an
Incarcerated Scarface, here, taste
The lace from the dominant race to the base
In ya face like paste, baby doll
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yes yes y'all
Welcome to the block party, shots lick off
You might wanna hit the deck, but stay calm
It's only us, every thing's still well plush
We freakin' the streets
The Shiek shows the beat
One two, one two
I'mma try this one more time, son
Lemme in there, yo put that nigga back son
(yeah, hit hard)
Like hip hop, like socialize
Clean out ya ears and ya open ya eyes
Liquid Sword to the city
Peace Allah Just, that's one of the committee
Let's hook up the 6 for a chess contest
Relieve a little stress
I'll snatch a bag of the Uptown's best
Make ya love it when ya smell it
It's the velvet
Block of chocolate for a hundred
Dread' got pounds, if ya wanna get down
Or we can catch 'em on the next round
My universal sound is like world renowned
World renowned, world renowned
My universal sound is like world renowned
Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs
Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas
Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave
Tell the fellas back up and
Like let ya breathe
Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
Punch niggas in the face
From Cali to Bed-stuy
Handlin' the steel if the shit get real
Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'