The Fab 5, Heltah Skeltah, O.G.C. - Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka lyrics
[The Fab 5, Heltah Skeltah, O.G.C. - Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka lyrics]
Yes, hah, the name of this shit here
Is "Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka" the Fab 5
Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best, y’all
(Best, y’all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West, y’all
(West y’all) sound pound straight through
Your bubble vest, y’all
(Vest, y’all)
And check your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)
Ay caramba, Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba
One on the set, man, I cut you like lumber
Still play the back in my thunder gear
Down to my underwear
Make all y’all motherfuckers wonder
Where I come from
‘Cause motherfuck Dapper Dan
I’m a Gunn Clappa, fam, plus I run rappers
Man fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Dru Ha gets the paper
Black Moon still "Gets Da Props"
Ayo, next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K
Send emcees to me in squads of three, say
"Rockness Monsta
Is he for real? It can’t be"
See him in action as he transform
That man’s me
Enemies ain’t Kotter ain’t no Welcome
Back in my home ah
Knots get blown like quarter
Slots in payphones ah
Phone home or Return like Jedi
I bet I can, without la
Give your stupid ass the red eye
Me nah like niggas who can’t see
Pass a likkle bit of light
You come test the champions
Ya gon’ die tonight
And six feet deep is where you sleep
Eternally resting in peace, you felt relief
Now big-up to all my true heads in the East
Stalking the block
Not leaving their house without their gat
You’re best to believe that Fab 5 got my back
(Got my back) like that (Like that)
I control the masses with
Metaphors that’s massive
Don’t ask if the nigga Ruck’ll
Bash shit like Cassius i’m drastic
When it comes to verbs I be flipping
‘Cause herbs just be shitting off
The words I be kicking i scold you
Double headed sword for the petty
But, I told you bitch niggas
That heads ain’t ready
Now I’ll mold you back to
The bitch that you are
Fucking with the Ruckus
Get bruised, battered, and scarred
Guess who? Punk, chump, your brain just blew
It’s the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two
Rushing through, three-on-three
You can’t see we
‘Cause we stay tight and not
Too many niggas wanna fight
Some sneaker-wearing nigga in the
Cypher of the camp
Just got amped and so I took
Him out for a dance
Bigger triggers falling down
Like the Bridges of London
But ain’t too many niggas runnin'
Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best, y’all
(Best, y’all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West, y’all
(West y’all) sound pound straight through
Your bubble vest, y’all
(Vest, y’all)
And check your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)
Ayo, why, oh why, did I need cappuccino?
Scar on my face, but I’m not Al Pacino
(With three amigos)
Sparksky and Dutch will bring
Mo’ drama than what?
(A primetime NBC TV show)
Heads don’t know and damn sure ain’t ready
Niggas walk the streets with
More Boop than Betty
(Shit’ll get heavy) Back up, retreat
Now surrender my pine hit's your mind
Mix thoughts just like a blender
Then I dish off from a
Shooting guard to a center like Rockefeller
You hit rock-bottom when you enter
OGC rush the scene, "Permission for backup"
Baseball bats attack like Jersey
Fools that act up
Punks and fags stand petro, go get yo’
Pepto-Bismol before this nigga let go
Get set, go, which you do, corkscrewed
I blew through
Two crews who claim they got funk may
Be true ‘cause they doo doo
Everybody ‘fraid
Ain’t nobody yapping no more
Have evidence on your clique
So y’all niggas hit the floor
With that mouth-murdering
You got that ass in hot water
Now I just oughta send a
Piece to your headquarters
To take away your stripes
You fucked up tonight you don’t do right
You’re gwan get dead despite
Our Clik foundation stays thick
Through the war i’m keeping my eye out for
Infiltrators at the door
It’s a shame how these emcees are wannabees
Front on these and get hung up like dungarees
(Please)
Ease off, selector, Strangle wrecks ya
Plus bust asses on whoever
Passes through my sector
So what you gonna do when
You’re stuck at thirty-two
Degrees? Please get off your
Knees and follow these
Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle
Then I will make niggas "Beat
It" and "Scream" like Michael
So how many corny emcees gwan try
When Starang sets shit off like
The 4th of July?
Nobody (Why?) ‘Cause everybody gets bodies, my brother
I smother a nigga then the
Ruck bounce like rubber
Step to the stage, set the microphone on fire
Your desire’s to call me
"sire" ‘cause I’m flyer
(Live like wires) Beast from the East
Who is he? When I roar like a grizzly, they
Say, "Damn, he gets busy, " yo
Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best, y’all
(Best, y’all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West, y’all
(West y’all) sound pound straight through
Your bubble vest, y’all
(Vest, y’all)
And check your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)
Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
1, 2, 3, Ruck and Rock be the best, y'all
(Best, y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West, y’all
(West y’all) sound pound straight through
Your bubble vest, y’all
(Vest, y’all)
And rocks your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)
Is "Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka" the Fab 5
Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best, y’all
(Best, y’all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West, y’all
(West y’all) sound pound straight through
Your bubble vest, y’all
(Vest, y’all)
And check your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)
Ay caramba, Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba
One on the set, man, I cut you like lumber
Still play the back in my thunder gear
Down to my underwear
Make all y’all motherfuckers wonder
Where I come from
‘Cause motherfuck Dapper Dan
I’m a Gunn Clappa, fam, plus I run rappers
Man fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Dru Ha gets the paper
Black Moon still "Gets Da Props"
Ayo, next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K
Send emcees to me in squads of three, say
"Rockness Monsta
Is he for real? It can’t be"
See him in action as he transform
That man’s me
Enemies ain’t Kotter ain’t no Welcome
Back in my home ah
Knots get blown like quarter
Slots in payphones ah
Phone home or Return like Jedi
I bet I can, without la
Give your stupid ass the red eye
Me nah like niggas who can’t see
Pass a likkle bit of light
You come test the champions
Ya gon’ die tonight
And six feet deep is where you sleep
Eternally resting in peace, you felt relief
Now big-up to all my true heads in the East
Stalking the block
Not leaving their house without their gat
You’re best to believe that Fab 5 got my back
(Got my back) like that (Like that)
I control the masses with
Metaphors that’s massive
Don’t ask if the nigga Ruck’ll
Bash shit like Cassius i’m drastic
When it comes to verbs I be flipping
‘Cause herbs just be shitting off
The words I be kicking i scold you
Double headed sword for the petty
But, I told you bitch niggas
That heads ain’t ready
Now I’ll mold you back to
The bitch that you are
Fucking with the Ruckus
Get bruised, battered, and scarred
Guess who? Punk, chump, your brain just blew
It’s the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two
Rushing through, three-on-three
You can’t see we
‘Cause we stay tight and not
Too many niggas wanna fight
Some sneaker-wearing nigga in the
Cypher of the camp
Just got amped and so I took
Him out for a dance
Bigger triggers falling down
Like the Bridges of London
But ain’t too many niggas runnin'
Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best, y’all
(Best, y’all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West, y’all
(West y’all) sound pound straight through
Your bubble vest, y’all
(Vest, y’all)
And check your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)
Ayo, why, oh why, did I need cappuccino?
Scar on my face, but I’m not Al Pacino
(With three amigos)
Sparksky and Dutch will bring
Mo’ drama than what?
(A primetime NBC TV show)
Heads don’t know and damn sure ain’t ready
Niggas walk the streets with
More Boop than Betty
(Shit’ll get heavy) Back up, retreat
Now surrender my pine hit's your mind
Mix thoughts just like a blender
Then I dish off from a
Shooting guard to a center like Rockefeller
You hit rock-bottom when you enter
OGC rush the scene, "Permission for backup"
Baseball bats attack like Jersey
Fools that act up
Punks and fags stand petro, go get yo’
Pepto-Bismol before this nigga let go
Get set, go, which you do, corkscrewed
I blew through
Two crews who claim they got funk may
Be true ‘cause they doo doo
Everybody ‘fraid
Ain’t nobody yapping no more
Have evidence on your clique
So y’all niggas hit the floor
With that mouth-murdering
You got that ass in hot water
Now I just oughta send a
Piece to your headquarters
To take away your stripes
You fucked up tonight you don’t do right
You’re gwan get dead despite
Our Clik foundation stays thick
Through the war i’m keeping my eye out for
Infiltrators at the door
It’s a shame how these emcees are wannabees
Front on these and get hung up like dungarees
(Please)
Ease off, selector, Strangle wrecks ya
Plus bust asses on whoever
Passes through my sector
So what you gonna do when
You’re stuck at thirty-two
Degrees? Please get off your
Knees and follow these
Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle
Then I will make niggas "Beat
It" and "Scream" like Michael
So how many corny emcees gwan try
When Starang sets shit off like
The 4th of July?
Nobody (Why?) ‘Cause everybody gets bodies, my brother
I smother a nigga then the
Ruck bounce like rubber
Step to the stage, set the microphone on fire
Your desire’s to call me
"sire" ‘cause I’m flyer
(Live like wires) Beast from the East
Who is he? When I roar like a grizzly, they
Say, "Damn, he gets busy, " yo
Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best, y’all
(Best, y’all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West, y’all
(West y’all) sound pound straight through
Your bubble vest, y’all
(Vest, y’all)
And check your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)
Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
1, 2, 3, Ruck and Rock be the best, y'all
(Best, y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West, y’all
(West y’all) sound pound straight through
Your bubble vest, y’all
(Vest, y’all)
And rocks your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)