Текст, перевод и аккорды “Bronx Tale”
- Intro: krs-one Music please Yes, welcome to jealous ones envy Wed like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product It is a relativity records product, artist fat joe My name is krs-one And of course were gonna bring the noise Cause we can never be toys Verse one: krs-one, fat joe Yes I am the ultimate, uttering ultimatums for the fun of it It appears to me you dont know who you fuckin with You cant see this with bifocals cause youre local Cant hang with my vocals, better you fuck with sonny bono Or yoko ono, but krs oh no no You might think you a rotc but I dont give a fuck though Im rolling hard like God for the squad black Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at? Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper Which borough, is the thorough I know, do you know, let me know Im sayin though The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors Dont get caught up in my sector, or ima haveta inject ya With a slab of this lyrical dope shit Fake mcs and wannabes best to quote this Fat joe the true and living will prevail Kingpin like sonny up in bronx tale Will I fail? I doubt it Im the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it True indeed, behind my back mcs claim they can serve me In my face they screaming "were not worthy!" Youse a has been, actually you aint been I be touring, while you be home taping So what punk, you could battle in a second Frankly the bottom line, is wheres your hit record You claim Im jocking, claim Im on your dick, wheres your witnesses? If Im on your dick my name has got to be syphillis Chorus: "if youre feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - jeru "up up up and away cuz I dont play clown" - kool g rap "if youre feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - jeru "buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down" - kool g rap Verse two: fat joe As we proceed to lock it down, dont get it fucked up We be the kings of the boogie down All we do is spark izm and get cash Tortuing mcs like that warden up in alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!) Its fat joe, yo you know my steelo Get so much love, Im payin sixteen on a kilo Sendin niggaz outta town, still got control of the boogie down Now how the fuck you sound? (yeahhh) Aint no army that could harm me or bomb me Cmon g you clowns aint got a fucking thing on me Im flashy like white linen (tell em) Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning Im down with kris and aint no stopping me Im out for bronx and monopoly with chicks on top of me Its my philosophy, but for now its in the corridor Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator These motherfuckers dont want it (word to mother joe, these niggaz dont want it!) Chorus Verse three: krs-one Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you aint worthy My style is too curvy, what you tellin me But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find Im your boss With krs-one up in your memory I know your kind, you rap write Youre mr. john gotti the don, but youre just another bwotty mon Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect Rap magazine dating back to, tougher than leather The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together Watch what you sayin, watch what you say When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead? Your file is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed Fore I slap you way back in the dayz like ahmad Dont get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz youll get set up My crew dont let up, I be dead up in this piece (tell em) Recognize its blastmaster krs-one For ten years, fat joe, chillin on the east
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