Текст, перевод и аккорды “Hardcore”
- (Chorus) Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x) (PMD) When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip Low to avoid the caps and blows By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows Wit the cops trying to control the crowd But they can't, systems crank So What'cha Saying's pumping loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and The bass continues to thump Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout Niggas, Niggas, yea, cold turn the party out Chorus (E Double) Rap combat squares sat and I attack Any crab MC that's down wit the wack And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech I'm terror, new edition to rap era I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)? Yo, wit that, I can break fool Especially when the posse is thick and got tools Make me feel good 'cause they got steel No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal K-A, microphone wrecker E-D The O, the U, the B, the L to the E Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn Mess wit me and get your manhood token Chorus (Redman) I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when I ?(pit)? Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit Fe Fi Fo Fum funky to floor a Fuck a freak, words before play Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack On a Q-Tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback A monster, murder muthafuckas like Manson A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson Get a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo Known as I live large, life will be luxury Ladies in Lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me Nasty nigga, competition is none From Newark, New Jersey, knot hairs like Mike Nunn Shit, rap is still when I'm stroking Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top D Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo; Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels Chorus
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