Speak Ya Clout (Explicit)

(歌手RAP)

Last year record companies were chumpin me

But now like chicks they all be up on me

And me so horny I hit em like a groupie

Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin

Showing and proving on a day to day basis

I rip New York and a million different places

State to state country to country

My skills are legend in the style of poetry

I've paid my dues to this game word to mother

Peace New York hops it gets no rougher

Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five

Before the fake motherf**kers started perpetrating live I've

Achieved mad props though *z roll around in jeeps

I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps

So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks

Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks

And I mean it it's all done with the mind

I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline

I could go on for days speaking bout my clout

So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherf**ker out

(歌手RAP)

Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street

Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east

A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite

I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real *z aight

Ain't nothing changed but the weather rain storms or whatever

You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around

Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto

A ni**a said he couldn't do it til the sh*t hits the fan

Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam

So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough

I'm stepping rugged and tough and b**ches won't get enough

A Lil Dap what's that F**k around you get slapped

Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized

Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho'

You can't tell a motherf**ker what to do with his life

*z tend to live trife so I react with the mic

It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine

Aiyyo 'ru what's your function meet me at Broadway junction

Before I start to get in it better yet i just kick it

Aiyyo son if you're ready Guru starts to flip it

Earl with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat

He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop

I got the clout all you p**sy rappers be out

From the ghetto I let go sh*t to make you petrol

Watching fly *z show you how to rhyme asshole

You know the motherf**king situation

So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation

Now I'ma touch on reality chumps can't f**k with me

And all the honies be loving me

My style be kicking crazy butt

Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt

Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her

I'm Big Poppa f**k your girl and I'll drop her

Cause she be working on my nerves

And yo I got more gang than the b**ch got curves

I'm like gambino the slick head honcho

Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto

And I know I break your back with my rap like smack

Because I'm all that

And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall

I'm a come back to drown y'all

With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath

And stay the f**k out my path