Testi musica canzoni

(let's take it to the stage, sucka)

Erick sermon:
It's the e, and i'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, i'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e i'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p...
[parrish: what's up, e.d.?]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,
There goes one, blast 'im now.
[e, hold up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a bullshit charge,
Plus trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, i'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and i'm parrish smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
[...holler like ya know me!]
I'm mad...

Refrain:
(here's a little story, i've gots to tell) {scratching} (i'm mad!) 4x

Parrish:
My life story i tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills that pop duke taught.
To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now i ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it's time, flex the benz,



Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k