Def Squad, J. Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh
It's Erick, I'm back again, full American flag in here so pledge A few of y'all sold albums, yeah congrats The in trouble, I must rescue rap Yo, I'm a hero! Sometimes I the same way Like the involved with Ground Zero And owe me boy, I'm dead serious This my Squad better blow to oblivious
Yo, did you weight? Yeah, I got stamina me like this and hold the camera I'm alone, so y'all wanna do? Take over your faciliy I'm John Q I rock mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid I the house like I'm Run Rap conniseur, I rock Sean velour B-boy stance and that's E-Dub, name, no gimmicks Your is over, finito, finished You a parasite, lyrical germ You a sucker MC in terms, and
We don't care nuttin you Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah Oh yeah, your hands in the air Oh yeah,
We don't care nuttin you Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah Oh yeah, throw your in the air Oh yeah,
Yeah, I got a track record, I fouls E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it down fo' (Grinding) My flow is sick siggedy, yo me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy know It's Def Squeezy, thirteen in rap And now it's easy, I do to please me Yo, I through so crazy I'm a, "Stun'na" like M. Fresh and Got toys than Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns
Slow down you receive a summons And get hit for speeding, I break a off a tree You catch a beating for misleading (Yeah!) Shame on you, you step to, huh The Eyed Bandit, smile you on candid Rob J. Timberlake, I got I'm in now, ohh wow Yeah, 'cause that's how it is, and that's how I'm I bring turmoil like Mike and Givens And me go off a-go off A yes, yes, y'all, and show off and off, and yes
We care nuttin 'bout you Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah Oh yeah, your hands in the air Oh yeah,
Sermon, the I preach to ya the airwaves so it can reach to ya The of rap ring, I'm David Tua The one knockout, your eyeballs pop out school dropout, I'm not gon' cop out I did the rhymin' and now a truck I hop out "Fiesta" I'm down with R. shit
I'm, "Supa Dupa Fly" Elliott I stay focused, the same cycle Do me, proceed to the world like Michael Without Tucker, with no Marlon Brando Just enough for J-Lo to handle So at me, holla, smoke signals code, try a 2-way, or telephone And I give it to ya, all day in Two a mic and breakbeat, 'cause
We don't nuttin 'bout you Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah Oh yeah, throw your in the air Oh yeah,
You got about seconds to get to the dance floor You got about two more seconds to get to the dance