Текст (слова) песни: Epmd - Im Mad

Erick sermon:

Its the e, and Im smokin. wild like tone loc, Im roastin, bakin mcs,

The e Im not jokin so back up, punk, slack up.

Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.

One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p...

[parrish: whats up, e.d.? ]

Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,

There goes one, blast im now.

[e, hold up.]

*dont make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,

And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and im-a catch a bullshit charge,

Plus trial.

Its my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that cant hang.

Dont forget, Im crazy swift. my name is erick sermon

[yeah, and Im parrish smith]

I could act foolish, start blastin. ha ha ha ha, now whos laughin?

Im-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...

[...holler like ya know me!]

Im mad...

Refrain:

(heres a little story, Ive gots to tell) {scratching} (Im mad!) 4x

Parrish:

My life story I tell straight from the heart.

When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.

A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.

Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.

Brainstormin with the skills that pop duke taught.

To keep swingin, yeah, and not to quit.

Now I ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,

Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitudes fucked up and real shitty.

From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,

Who swim in my pool. when its time, flex the benz,

Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"

With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin and sippin

Old gold, red bull, hands on my dick and

Im just lampin with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the mans paid.

But of course not, brother cant get his props

Like for instance, when I cruise up the block

In my 560 lampin on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin all off your dome.

But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way

Thats how I knew youre on my dick kid, but its okay.

Its normal, relax, your whole heads busted.

Caught in the rap skit, ya couldnt be trusted.

Cuz my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and Im ouuuutie!

Refrain

Erick:

Stay tuned to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.

This is not the buckwild style that I be usin, in fact black,

It causes {mass confusion}

Its a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds call out my name,

Oh what a shame I got {fame!}

Parrish:

Im not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,

Im like clint eastwood, stead of bullets, rhymes I pack

In my flow gun, so son, ya better run,

Cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.

We move wax like kilos ...{scratch}

And when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.

Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,

I wonder where the e and the ps at...

[can they do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.

[see you in 91] until things get the bozack... [im mad...]

Refrain

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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 - Im Mad Erick sermon: Its the e, and Im smokin. wild like tone loc, Im roastin, bakin mcs, The e Im not jokin so back up, punk, slack up. Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up. One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p... [parrish: whats up, e.d.? ] Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up, There goes one, blast im now. [e, hold up.] dont make me wait-wait because it might be too late, the punk might escape, And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and im-a catch a bullshit charge, Plus trial. Its my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that cant hang. Dont forget, Im crazy swift. my name is erick sermon [yeah, and Im parrish smith] I could act foolish, start blastin. ha ha ha ha, now whos laughin? Im-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me... [...holler like ya know me!] Im mad... Refrain: (heres a little story, Ive gots to tell) {scratching} (Im mad!) 4x Parrish: My life story I tell straight from the heart. When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start. A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess. Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts. Brainstormin with the skills that pop duke taught. To keep swingin, yeah, and not to quit. Now I ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends, Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitudes fucked up and real shitty. From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends, Who swim in my pool. when its time, flex the benz, Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound" With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin and sippin Old gold, red bull, hands on my dick and Im just lampin with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the mans paid. But of course not, brother cant get his props Like for instance, when I cruise up the block In my 560 lampin on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin all off your dome. But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way Thats how I knew youre on my dick kid, but its okay. Its normal, relax, your whole heads busted. Caught in the rap skit, ya couldnt be trusted. Cuz my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and Im ouuuutie! Refrain Erick: Stay tuned to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes. This is not the buckwild style that I be usin, in fact black, It causes {mass confusion} Its a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds call out my name, Oh what a shame I got {fame!} Parrish: Im not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact, Im like clint eastwood, stead of bullets, rhymes I pack In my flow gun, so son, ya better run, Cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none. We move wax like kilos ...{scratch} And when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode. Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack, I wonder where the e and the ps at... [can they do it again? ] you bet your ass, black. [see you in 91] until things get the bozack... [im mad...] Refrain Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Im Mad: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/10690.html Все тексты песен: Epmd » Epmd - You Gots To Chill `97 » Epmd - Hittin` Switches » Epmd - Hold Me Down » Epmd - Skit » Epmd - Strictly Snappin Necks » Epmd - I`m Mad » Epmd - You Had Too Much To Drink » Epmd - Can`t Hear Nothing But the Music » Epmd - I`m Housin` » Epmd - Strictly Business » Epmd - Cant Hear Nothing but The Music » Epmd - It Wasn`t Me, It Was the Fame » Epmd - Cummin` at Cha » Epmd - I`m Housin » Epmd - Who Killed Jane » Epmd - Out of Business » Epmd - Funky Piano » Epmd - Play The Next Man » Epmd - Get the Bozack » Epmd - Apollo Interlude Рекомендуем скачать: » Успенская Люба - Очень красивая женщина » Ундервуд - Ампутация » Успенская Люба - Разведенные » Успенская Люба - Белым бела » Устинов Юрий - У кораблей учусь молчанью » Устинов Юрий - Ребятам » Устинов Юрий - Пробейся мой поезд » Ундервуд - Покуситесь на президента » Устинов Юрий - Там, далеко » Устинов Юрий - Повисли струны проводов » Ундервуд - Гагарин, я вас любила » Умка и Броневичок - Умер великий Пан » Устинов Юрий - Пожалуйте на берег » Устинов Юрий - Трону коня » Успенская Люба - Небо » Ундервуд - Всё, что надо » Устинов Юрий - Церковь » Устинов Юрий - Звездный конь » Устинов Юрий - Не плачь по мне и не жалей » Утесов Леонид - У окошка
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