Текст (слова) песни: Epmd - Right Now

Right here, right now?

[Erick Sermon] (Parrish Smith)
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Ah y`all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh (E-Dub)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, y`know what that is, word up
(Wax and tax em) The Squadron, PMD, Erick Sermon
(Millenium Ducats) Yo, yo.. uh-huh
Def Jam

[Erick Sermon]
Excuse me! I`m tryin to earn a mere buck or two
Yo my name`s E-Dub, so who the fuck are you?
I`m lockin it down now, and that`s that
I`m the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap
Hold your gat, I can`t control the sound
If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down
Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare
like UHH-HUH.. YEAH YEAH..

[Parrish Smith]
I love it when my jewels dangles
could see stars, like the Bangles
When you approach me, adress me as Mr. like Bojangles
Death Decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on
microphones, step in the set and start flexin on
your big man, don`t lose focus and watch the quicksand
Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand
Fuck it, Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Fully flossed out, two G`s, Fisherman bucket

Chorus: EPMD (repeat 2X)

Who? EPMD got checks to cash
What what? Drop bombs for the clubs to blast
When? Right now, so my crew could flash
Where? Right here, get the money and stash

[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo what`s that song, that got the average dude
playin the fool, hittin the bong with Cheech and Chong
What? Me and Mic Doc rock the spot like we`re up
with more technique, than Bruce Lee with num-chuks (wha-TAH)
Pure player, my rap flow`s athletic
Workout seven albums - rap calisthetics
EPMD now.. here to getcha
with a blow, you coulda sworn Roy Jones hit ya

[Parrish Smith]
Cats can`t hold me, Erick and Parrish, we hold the trophy
Scorn your team all day so I suggest you change your goalie
cause I`m hype again, with E Double, on the mic again
Crack a 40, spark a L, then pop a ?Perkadan?
Straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy
No diggy, E and P tight like Lenny and Squiggy
Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler
And to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can`t fool us

Chorus

[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire
And we won`t stop rockin til we retire
Who said we _Out of Biz_? That there was a liar
I`m Sammy Sosa, and P`s Mark McGwire
Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye
If you wanna hate me, do it now, try
I`m lethal, take it back to EPMD third album
and do it _For My People_

[Parrish Smith]
I jump out the plane and hanglide
Hit the ice and slip-slide
Niggaz don`t get it, EPMD status, correct me if I`m
mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin
like Kevin to Footloose only difference we keep the sytsem quakin
Dusk to dawn, word is bond
You fuck with EPMD, Erick and Parrish, the shit is on
Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters
Quick to roast ya
Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya

Chorus

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» Epmd - You Gots To Chill `97
» Epmd - It`s My Thing *
» Epmd - You Had Too Much to Drink
» Epmd - Hold Me Down
» Epmd - Symphony
» Epmd - Symphony 2000
» Epmd - Move On
» Epmd - Underground
» Epmd - Jane 5
» Epmd - Nobody`s Safe Chump
» Epmd - Im Mad
» Epmd - Cummin at Cha
» Epmd - Gold Digger
» Epmd - Freak Out
» Epmd - K.I.M.
» Epmd - Imma Gitz Mine
» Epmd - Boon Dox
» Epmd - Business
» Epmd - You Gots to Chill 97


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 - Right Now Right here, right now? [Erick Sermon] (Parrish Smith) Yeah, uh-huh Uh-huh Ah y`all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh (E-Dub) Uh-huh, uh-huh, y`know what that is, word up (Wax and tax em) The Squadron, PMD, Erick Sermon (Millenium Ducats) Yo, yo.. uh-huh Def Jam [Erick Sermon] Excuse me! I`m tryin to earn a mere buck or two Yo my name`s E-Dub, so who the fuck are you? I`m lockin it down now, and that`s that I`m the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap Hold your gat, I can`t control the sound If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare like UHH-HUH.. YEAH YEAH.. [Parrish Smith] I love it when my jewels dangles could see stars, like the Bangles When you approach me, adress me as Mr. like Bojangles Death Decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on microphones, step in the set and start flexin on your big man, don`t lose focus and watch the quicksand Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand Fuck it, Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Fully flossed out, two G`s, Fisherman bucket Chorus: EPMD (repeat 2X) Who? EPMD got checks to cash What what? Drop bombs for the clubs to blast When? Right now, so my crew could flash Where? Right here, get the money and stash [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo what`s that song, that got the average dude playin the fool, hittin the bong with Cheech and Chong What? Me and Mic Doc rock the spot like we`re up with more technique, than Bruce Lee with num-chuks (wha-TAH) Pure player, my rap flow`s athletic Workout seven albums - rap calisthetics EPMD now.. here to getcha with a blow, you coulda sworn Roy Jones hit ya [Parrish Smith] Cats can`t hold me, Erick and Parrish, we hold the trophy Scorn your team all day so I suggest you change your goalie cause I`m hype again, with E Double, on the mic again Crack a 40, spark a L, then pop a ?Perkadan? Straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy No diggy, E and P tight like Lenny and Squiggy Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler And to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can`t fool us Chorus [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire And we won`t stop rockin til we retire Who said we _Out of Biz_? That there was a liar I`m Sammy Sosa, and P`s Mark McGwire Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye If you wanna hate me, do it now, try I`m lethal, take it back to EPMD third album and do it _For My People_ [Parrish Smith] I jump out the plane and hanglide Hit the ice and slip-slide Niggaz don`t get it, EPMD status, correct me if I`m mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin like Kevin to Footloose only difference we keep the sytsem quakin Dusk to dawn, word is bond You fuck with EPMD, Erick and Parrish, the shit is on Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters Quick to roast ya Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Right Now: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/10637.html Все тексты песен: Epmd » Epmd - For My People » Epmd - You Gots To Chill `97 » Epmd - It`s My Thing * » Epmd - You Had Too Much to Drink » Epmd - Hold Me Down » Epmd - Symphony » Epmd - Symphony 2000 » Epmd - Move On » Epmd - Underground » Epmd - Jane 5 » Epmd - Nobody`s Safe Chump » Epmd - Im Mad » Epmd - Cummin at Cha » Epmd - Gold Digger » Epmd - Freak Out » Epmd - K.I.M. » Epmd - Imma Gitz Mine » Epmd - Boon Dox » Epmd - Business » Epmd - You Gots to Chill 97 Рекомендуем скачать: » Елена Казанцева - Алешенька » Елена Фролова - Это – снова душа со своим лебединым... » Евгений Келлер - Dongmei » Евгений Романов - Ясно солнышко » Елена Фролова, Марина Гершенович - Напрасная колыбельная » Евгений Клячкин - Осенняя цыганочка » Евгений Келлер - Не жди меня, не жди меня, не надо... » Елена Фролова - Скифская колыбельная » Елена Решетняк - Ты рядом со мной » Евгений Романов - Рыжий клоун » Евгений Осин - 8 Марта » Елена Фролова - Сегодня будет дождь... » Евгений Клячкин - Романс для Честняги и Хора и комментарий » Евгений Сельц - Закручено все, и заверчено все, и достаточно гаек... » Ефим Ташлицкий - Л.Ваксману » Евгений Агранович - Пыль, пыль » Евгений Романов - Фабрика грез » Елена Казанцева - По Тверской, по Ямской, по любой... » Евгений Клячкин - Моя страна » Елена Фролова - Ученик
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