Текст (слова) песни: Epmd - You Gots To Chill `97

Verse One: Erick Sermon
As I step to the mic with the b boy stance to the braveheart m.c.`s
I wouldn`t take a chance keep quiet while the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me it`s the big payback
The E double E is my name I spell things to decline I tell
My squad rocks well I`m in your hood comin through like mud
Chromed out beamed out in a all black truck
You a player what team you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest
whips
Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped
No matter what the steez, I`m equipped
Verse Two: PMD
Well my name is M-D, I`m known as the motivator, funky beat maker
New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme`s a toy
Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I`m a b-boy
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit
Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know
Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax
Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill
Verse Three: Erick Sermon
I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude
Want to play me and my crew, that`s rude, I`m dope
When I get down to the beat, I`m raw, I keep it hardcore for the
streets
My track`s a miracle drug for thugs in this club
[P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?
I`m the big bear, some of y`all are baby cubs, talkin large money when
I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul
Pack heat in my pants when it`s time to roll
Verse Four: PMD
Well it`s P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow
wit E
When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows
Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in
Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor
Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you
Or give you, ayyio what`s next on the menu, business to take 2`s
Stadium and venues, wit E, and I`m the microphone doctor
And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it`s no doubt, the world
shocker
Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell
You boy, you gots to chill
Verse Five: Erick Sermon
Yo, I`m in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow
Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just
What`s happening, I get biz and that`s an natural fact, I`m like Zoro
I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe
gangstas
Say somethin to them, and run right through them
Verse Six: PMD
I`m makin crazy G`s, politicin on my mobile phone, D double
About the microphone, cause we`re the funky rhyme maker
Puffing ?gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat
I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin
Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it`s time to roll, uzi patrol
Still packin, EPMD, the mic`s are only friend, took a break for a
while
And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better come
prepared
EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Epmd - You Gots To Chill `97 Verse One: Erick Sermon As I step to the mic with the b boy stance to the braveheart m.c.`s I wouldn`t take a chance keep quiet while the m.c. rap And if you disrespect me it`s the big payback The E double E is my name I spell things to decline I tell My squad rocks well I`m in your hood comin through like mud Chromed out beamed out in a all black truck You a player what team you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest whips Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, I`m equipped Verse Two: PMD Well my name is M-D, I`m known as the motivator, funky beat maker New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme`s a toy Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I`m a b-boy When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill Verse Three: Erick Sermon I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude Want to play me and my crew, that`s rude, I`m dope When I get down to the beat, I`m raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets My track`s a miracle drug for thugs in this club [P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up? I`m the big bear, some of y`all are baby cubs, talkin large money when I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul Pack heat in my pants when it`s time to roll Verse Four: PMD Well it`s P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit E When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you Or give you, ayyio what`s next on the menu, business to take 2`s Stadium and venues, wit E, and I`m the microphone doctor And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it`s no doubt, the world shocker Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell You boy, you gots to chill Verse Five: Erick Sermon Yo, I`m in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just What`s happening, I get biz and that`s an natural fact, I`m like Zoro I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas Say somethin to them, and run right through them Verse Six: PMD I`m makin crazy G`s, politicin on my mobile phone, D double About the microphone, cause we`re the funky rhyme maker Puffing ?gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it`s time to roll, uzi patrol Still packin, EPMD, the mic`s are only friend, took a break for a while And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better come prepared EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни You Gots To Chill `97: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/10560.html Все тексты песен: Epmd » Epmd - House Party » Epmd - Gold Digger » Epmd - Out of Business: Greatest Hits (Disc Two » Epmd - You Had Too Much To Drink » Epmd - Chill » Epmd - Let the Funk Flow » Epmd - Rap Is Still Outta Control » Epmd - Strictly Snappin` necks » Epmd - Its The Pee 97 » Epmd - Boy Meets World » Epmd - Safe Sex » Epmd - You Gots to Chill `97 » Epmd - The Big Payback » Epmd - Cant Hear Nothing but The Music » Epmd - Back in Business LP/How to Be a Player s » Epmd - You`re A Customer » Epmd - Kim » Epmd - Strictly Business » Epmd - Hittin Switches » Epmd - Rampage Рекомендуем скачать: » Эли Бар-Яалом - Разговор с Пегги, если разобраться, о погоде » Эли Бар-Яалом, Юлия Могилевер - Между небом и землей » Эвелина Бледанс - Неон » Эмир Шабашвили - Сверкает в ночи уголек светофора и скоро... » Эдуард Хиль - Ходит песенка по кругу » Эли Бар-Яалом - Лохматую бороду намотав на рукав... » Эдуард Гончаров - Догорает костёр » Эдуард Хиль - Лунный камень » Элизиум - Как бы все » Эдуард Хиль - Баллада о красках » Эмир Шабашвили - Раковина » Эмир Шабашвили - KamaRiverNet » Эли Дубник - Полуночная » Эли Бар-Яалом - Отцу » Эмир Шабашвили - Вечер » Эмир Шабашвили - Улица Тельмана » Элизиум - Оптимизм » Эдита Пьеха - На тебе сошелся клином белый свет » Эльдус Сайфулин - Выпускной вальс » Эмилия Розенштейн - Я завтра возвращусь туда...
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