Текст, перевод и аккорды “Make Room”
- [J-Ro] I knock 'em knock 'em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts I'm a togger not a fogger step on runts and don't do stunts I got SOUL POWER never took a cold shower Now I got twenty hos the color of cooking flour You can call me sleazy cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy I used to have a curl now eveybody wanna tease me Like a Kung-Fu flick, I stick you in the dick, with my toothpick Tell 'em Homicide (DJ Homicide: You hit them like a brick) I like clothes and hoes but like 'em better in the sheets I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets Amazing feets move, they happen everyday When the Ro to the J bring his ass out to play I weight one-ninety but I'm, fat I ki-uh-kick up dust when I bust like a cap Tha lik-lik? crew, and Sugar Ray too Is rock a show, knock a hoe, and crack another brew Make Room [Chorus: Mark Mcgrath of Sugar Ray] It's not cause I'm seein' double It's not cause we're causin' trouble It's not cause you're in a bubble Now, can you just (Kiks: Make Room!) It's not cause I'm seein' double It's not cause we're causin' trouble It's not cause you're in a bubble Now [DJ Homicide of Sugar Ray] It's the super, producer gets it poppin with the quickness Homicide and the Alkies straight gettin down to business It's all about the Liks cause they heavy on the kicks But they easy on the treble (adjust my scratch level) So fools can here my beats bangin' all the way in China The skills you can't front on, Tha Homicidal rhymer Could rip a show up to' up (???) til the crips and bloods show up and rock these turntables til the motherfuckers blow up But that's cause I'm slick tossin records like a discus Y'all niggaz feel these beats from fuckin' Halloween to Christmas That's why I'm screamin on all y'all niggaz like the Sonics I'm hooked on gin and chronic like your momma's Hooked on Phonics [E-Swift] So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew You better make way for the Alkaholik crew When we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew You better make way for Sugar Ray, fool! Make Room! [Chorus] [J-Ro] J-Mcenroe, I'm smackin' foes You seen that movie Heat? My crew was packin' those You lackin' flows, you come off wack in shows You (pickin' chickens???) man we got models and actin hoes Guess who's back down at the brew shack Gotta cool sack of that shit to blow your dude back Who wack? I'll beat you till ya blue, black And make you do crack in the back of a new 'lac What's my name? (J-Ro) You tell them how to spell it (J-R-O) Now you know niggy Rest in peace (unintelligible syllable) Tupac, Eazy Pun, and Biggie It's time to get drinky(?) Break out'cha bong while I sing my song Hope it's bomb cause I'm gonna sing it all night long [E-Swift] When we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew You better make way for the Alkaholik crew Make room! [Chorus] w/ J-Ro, over make rooms and now It's the Liks baby, Sugar Ray baby It's the Liks baby, Sugar Ray baby Bein' drunk! Rhymin' the Rhyme (echoed four times, beat changes) [Tash] Night vision, with precision, we slay with no delay It's the Liks and Sugar Ray so feel free to fly away 'Cause the A in Alkaholiks stands for Always been the shit (Word) You can catch me in the wobble slam-dancin' in the pit Look (the way?) my homies get when we out that alcohol we do it all, start a brawl, tell the cops (fuck y'all) Carl Lewis feet ain't as swift as my pen that's why y'all niggaz keep knockin' but you can't come in Look at where the fuck we been, around the world in a day That's why the fools can't fuck with the Liks and Sugar Ray
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