Текст (слова) песни: Big Daddy Kane - Chocolate City

Mister cee [intro]:

I be the cruddy one that they call the dj mister cee,

With the whole wolf pack in the place to be.

Better known as the chocolate city.

So scoob lover, huh, are ya with me...?

{scoob lover:}

Yo, I break punks up like a fight. give me the mic, Im hype.

(damn kid, youre starvin for life)

Cuz people be tellin me, brothers be gellin me,

Tryin to get fame from my name but they chumps and they butt-soft.

They know Im wilder than a dog with hot sauce.

A mic, a stage, a crowd, and I wont stop:

I set it off and get live like an alarm clock.

People thought scoob and scrap was just a nickname;

Now that we rap, we sell more records than cocaine.

Awww, shucks, now Im back from the down-low,

Here comes scoob with the currrr-ly afro.

No chemical reaction, no need for askin, pure satisfaction,

My last names jackson.

You slip up, I get ill -- my boot to your grill,

My nine kills, Im big scoob from brownsville.

The worlds greatest lover, the chaaaaa-clate brother...

Chorus:

Whos the committee? (chocolate city!) 3x

Scrap lover are ya with me?

{scrap lover:}

Yo, I drop science kinda like a pigeon;

Over rough tracks I tax any midget with a small digit.

Smooth and mild but complicated,

I put the crowd to to smashed like a driver thats intoxicated.

Rappers write rhymes, and talk about guns and jail,

But wouldnt squeeze a lemon in a cocktail.

Dont say "huh? " or "what? ", and dont ask who,

Cuz if you hear me, I must be talkin to you.

You probably thought I couldnt steal it, cuz I was a dancer,

I didnt have a chance, but yall can kill it.

You gotta be off your rocker,

Im lettin suckers know that scrap got more soul than foot locker.

And if you heard I got skills, believe its true;

Suggest for pete rock, for reminiscin over you.

Its not a threat, its a bet, cuz hey,

The last sucker who tried woulda been 25 today.

Chorus 3x

Big daddy are ya with me?

{big daddy kane:}

Yo-yo-yo-yo, look out, get out the way!

Here comes the k the a the n the e -- huh, ya better flee.

Cuz I dont need no hoodie to be hard, shoot:

Ill kill a nigga in a three-piece suit.

I dont be havin it so the rear Ill attack,

A size-15 to the buttocks, a-matter-fact.

A hard-core blow to the face Ill provide,

To give you a crooked eye, just like st. ides.

Leave you home and you must be screamin and yellin;

Not een kool moe dee shades can hide your swellin.

I bring it rough, tough;

I said that I was browner than bobby, so you know that its good enough.

Im untouchable to rappers my size.

You dreamed of beatin me, you better wake up an apologize.

Some claim to be a daddy or poppa,

But with me, youd have no ranks if your name was shabba.

Chorus 3x

Now you know youd too like to be with it...

{lil daddy shane:}

Shane, I cause pain, I make it rain.

Im wearin and tearin down to the last grain.

Ha, Im not a chocolate brother, but I dont mourn,

Cuz I swear this vanilla kid got it goin on.

So dont even step to me if youre worth nothin,

Because I just might hurt somethin.

My competition thinks twice, cuz yo, for a young nigga, Im kinda nice...

{laree williams:} [singing]

Ooooooooooooohhhh! chocolate city are ya with meeeee? !

Scoob and scrap and mister cee! kane and shane and laaaarrrrreeeeeee!

Kaaaaaane....would your black ass sing it for mee-heee? !

(kane: ohhh, ho, shit yeahhhh!) [laughter]

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No chemical reaction, no need for askin, pure satisfaction, My last names jackson. You slip up, I get ill -- my boot to your grill, My nine kills, Im big scoob from brownsville. The worlds greatest lover, the chaaaaa-clate brother... Chorus: Whos the committee? (chocolate city!) 3x Scrap lover are ya with me? {scrap lover:} Yo, I drop science kinda like a pigeon; Over rough tracks I tax any midget with a small digit. Smooth and mild but complicated, I put the crowd to to smashed like a driver thats intoxicated. Rappers write rhymes, and talk about guns and jail, But wouldnt squeeze a lemon in a cocktail. Dont say "huh? " or "what? ", and dont ask who, Cuz if you hear me, I must be talkin to you. You probably thought I couldnt steal it, cuz I was a dancer, I didnt have a chance, but yall can kill it. You gotta be off your rocker, Im lettin suckers know that scrap got more soul than foot locker. And if you heard I got skills, believe its true; Suggest for pete rock, for reminiscin over you. Its not a threat, its a bet, cuz hey, The last sucker who tried woulda been 25 today. Chorus 3x Big daddy are ya with me? {big daddy kane:} Yo-yo-yo-yo, look out, get out the way! Here comes the k the a the n the e -- huh, ya better flee. Cuz I dont need no hoodie to be hard, shoot: Ill kill a nigga in a three-piece suit. I dont be havin it so the rear Ill attack, A size-15 to the buttocks, a-matter-fact. A hard-core blow to the face Ill provide, To give you a crooked eye, just like st. ides. Leave you home and you must be screamin and yellin; Not een kool moe dee shades can hide your swellin. I bring it rough, tough; I said that I was browner than bobby, so you know that its good enough. Im untouchable to rappers my size. You dreamed of beatin me, you better wake up an apologize. Some claim to be a daddy or poppa, But with me, youd have no ranks if your name was shabba. Chorus 3x Now you know youd too like to be with it... {lil daddy shane:} Shane, I cause pain, I make it rain. Im wearin and tearin down to the last grain. Ha, Im not a chocolate brother, but I dont mourn, Cuz I swear this vanilla kid got it goin on. So dont even step to me if youre worth nothin, Because I just might hurt somethin. My competition thinks twice, cuz yo, for a young nigga, Im kinda nice... {laree williams:} [singing] Ooooooooooooohhhh! chocolate city are ya with meeeee? ! Scoob and scrap and mister cee! kane and shane and laaaarrrrreeeeeee! Kaaaaaane....would your black ass sing it for mee-heee? ! (kane: ohhh, ho, shit yeahhhh!) [laughter] Нравится песня? 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