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Masta Ace - Don't Understand lyrics
f/ Greg Nice [Singer] And I don't understand...why *scratches* Yes, you are now rockin' with the best [Masta Ace] I don't do White music, I don't do Black music I make rap music, for hip hop kids Y'all know what it is when I get biz with this Flows thats hard enough it could hit your kids with this Thugs walk through Queensbridge with this Italian cats drive through Bay Ridge with this Pump it in they IROC, your block to my block I make hits like Chuck Knoblauch But don't make no error or get it confused You'll find yourself gettin abused, you fittin' to lose I'mma send this out to everybody Every nigga, every chick, every person up in every party For all the shorties in the tight denim And all the hood rats gettin' jealous startin to start a fight wit' em And to the D's in the black Taurus Loadin' up the lead in the clip put a gat for us (echos) for us [Singer] And I don't understand...why *scratches* Yes, you are now rockin' with the best [Greg Nice] (echos) Oh! When ya pump it in ya BM's ya pump it like this When ya pump it in ya Range, pump it like this When ya pump it in ya Cadillac, pump it like this Way out from Brooklyn, pump it like this To my people out in Queens, pump it like this To my people in the boogie down pump it like this People uptown, pump it like this Pump it like this, yeah, pump it like this [Masta Ace] I get the feelin' that these cats is thinkin' That I might be on the verge of sinkin' Either they weeded or they heavily drinkin' Niggaz know that I'm steadily seekin' to readily weaken These so-called thug cats with a melody beacon That the world hear, loud and clear over the airwaves I move up on the charts like stairways I bust raps like trailways and greyhound This is for them kids that was shot on the playground Yo, don't know why the streets is so evil To this ghetto shit there's no equal, them yo people I love rap no matter how much I say I hate it Some support it, some cats player hate it But understand that I'm very thorough And I'm not gon' stop 'til my name is heard in every burrough Every burrough Every burrough [Singer] And I don't understand...why [Greg Nice] Oh! Oh! Take that turn it up now! *Scratches* Yes, you are now rockin' with the best [Greg Nice] To my people out in Cali, pump it like this To my people down in Boston, pump it like this My people out in D.C. pump it like this My people down in Atlanta pump it like this To my people down in Philly, pump it like this To my people out in Texas, pump it like this To my people out in Queens, pump it like this, hey Pump it like this, pump it like this [Masta Ace] Theres a lot of love lost when you start being the boss And ya name start to be in The Source and UGNR Cats just start teein' off and takin' shots See you makin' knots now they waitin' in vacant lots Yo, I just want to write the newest sneaker Or own a beeper, and hear my song come out the speaker I never knew there'd be so much drama I'mma send this out to all my niggaz and all my niggaz babies mamas On the block with the newest prodda Gettin' alotta, chips like Erica Strada Uh, whats up miss, put me on your list So when ya pump it in ya Bimma Ya pump it like this Like this Like this [Greg Nice] What? What? What? What? Turn it up now, stop playin' Turn it up now, stop playin' Turn it up now now, turn it up now now Turn it up now now, stop playin' [Singer] And I don't understand...why *scratches* Yes, you are now rockin' with the best [Greg Nice] If ya sittin' on ya 20's, pump it like this If ya gettin' cash money, pump it like this If ya way out in Brooklyn, pump it like this If ya chillin' in the club, pump it like this If ya chillin' in ya mansion, pump it like this If ya puffin' on trees, pump it like this If ya sippin' on sizerp, pump it like this What? Pump it like what? Hey pump it like what, like Makes no sense just standin' around Pump yo fist, jump up and down Makes no sense just standin' around Pump yo fist, jump up and down Mashed...by the sounds...of the M...to the A y'all [Singer] And I don't understand...why *Scratches* Yes, you are now rockin' with the best [Greg Nice] Stop playin', blow it up now, it's ya birthday... (fades out) |
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