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Testi Big Daddy Kane - Show And Prove
Testi-musica-canzoni.it > Testi lettera B > Big Daddy Kane > Daddyc120s Home - Show And ProveVerse one: scoob
 
 Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
 My man's right behind you, kane pull the trigger
 I don't play, i'm from the hill where shit is real
 And i'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
 So bring your grip or you can think twice
 Cause i got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
 I'm hitting hard, oh word, i'm gon rock it
 Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
 I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
 You couldn't deal with scoob if we was playin cards
 But if i got beef and it's time for code red
 My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
 So hurry up and skedaddle
 Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
 So where you from?  england, you somebody great?
 You burnin scoob, "i don't think so mate"
 I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
 I have your friends "ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
 Leave me alone when i'm rocking on the microphone
 And play like e.t. and phone your black ass ho-wome
 Yo sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
 Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
 
 Verse two: sauce
 
 Hey, here i come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
 When i flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
 I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
 How you got dope like sauce, money you didn't do it
 I write my own with bigger hope, drink of scope
 Wrote what i figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
 Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
 N-b-a style, fann-tastic
 No time to bite, but i just might, tonight i write left-handed
 Cuz i like, to grab my dick with my right
 Who could ever say that i don't get plenty play
 Win lose or draw, i'm bookin whores, anyway
 As i get ready i'm steady if i go crazy i'd take eddie
 If i was fred, i think i'd have to bone betty
 Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz i'm duckin, nay
 Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
 Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
 Try to get past when i blast, and you can hand over your ass
 One line and that's fear
 Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
 So shyheim, if your down with the groove
 Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
 
 Verse three: shyheim
 
 Yo, yo
 I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
 And i get girls open like a reggae song by tiger
 So check me out, as i flip this here track kid
 And make mad noise like a metallica record
 I'm psycho, a villain to the styles i be killin
 When i'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
 Cause i rock the world from u.s.a. to asia to russia
 If your shit stinks i'ma flush ya, then bust ya
 Like a crazy man from cali son
 My jams be packed like a farrakhan rally, what?
 You know my style, i put the f in effin foul
 The rugged child locks you down like rikers isle
 And got more girls than a trailerload with shabba
 More super than cat, i'm the punani don dada
 So big daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
 Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
 
 Verse four: big daddy kane
 
 Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn?
 With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
 And steppin to me, thinkin i can be touched?  huh
 Not even michael jordan'll gamble that much, yo
 I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
 I come for your title kid, run it!
 Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
 Ahh yeah, that's that shit
 Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
 That is i thrown ya, scold ya, jones ya, i tried to warn ya
 You was wack since i known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
 What did i just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya
 Look inside my rap book at every text my man
 And see that i got, more essays than the mexican
 The messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state
 Scared straight, for their prepared fate
 Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
 So well in it with every single element
 And competition gets none!	huh
 If i was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run
 I see the way you're trying to get to me,
 But with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better g
 You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
 Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with
 The non-resistable, non-competible
 No-no-i'm-not-sayin-i'm-the-best, i'm just sayin i'm fuckin incredible!
 And let's just make one more thing understood
 That if i fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
 So jay-z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
 Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
 
 Verse five: jay-z
 
 Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
 Check out the j, check out the a, check out the y, check out the z
 Hey g!
 I'm breaking mc's up like epmd
 And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
 I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
 I've been in it runnin a hundred miles i'm well endowed, baby gal
 Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
 The, incredible skills of the g from brooklyn, big up kid
 And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
 I'm like prince jeans, i bring the ass out a nigga
 When i rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
 Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
 I'm the cocky breed, i'm dope like poppy seed
 I live one rent from besides that be
 Between get off my dick and stop jockin me
 When i bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound
 I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby
 So ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
 Get on the mic and show and prove
 
 Verse six: ol dirty bastard
 
 Come on
 Wu-tang killa bees on a swarm
 Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
 Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
 You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit
 Because the way that i dress this style mad wild
 Enough to make a crowd of women scream "ow!"
 Whether at a party or just in bed
 All thoughts on ason, keep that in your head
 Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
 Sometimes i'll be like "well god damn what's the recipe?"
 I don't know, i ask my momma she don't know
 She says "go ask your god damned father!"
 It's all about me in the place to be
 Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is g
 Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
 How many enemies wanna claim the name
 Of ason, who carries on like a manager
 Yo!, sounds fly right? danger!!!
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