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DJ Pooh - Gangsta Vocabulary lyrics
f/ Threat (This record you're about to hear..) (The Original Gangster of Hip-Hop) (Cause I'm a gangster, and you're not You're a sucker, and I rock Wind it up) --> Just-Ice [ VERSE 1: Threat ] Fresh out my khaki fatigues All you B.G.'s, you little leagues ??? run deep down in my genetic code, my DNA, frequent Travellin, goin in and out, a juvenile delinquent Meat-colored so you know I got a heart Automatically, but I made it far In the game, fame, fortune, get an abortion You niggas want beef, I feed it to you raw in tiny, small portions The lyrical composition has been composed by and written Spitten, created for the part of use only if it's hard-hittin West Coast section comin through droppin bombs from all directions Primary candidate assassinated at the '96 elections I told you before, the war, settle the score With heavy metal, the rebel Takin off like the Space Shuttle Makin MC's smash on the gas pedal Maintain, hold it down, claim the victory over the golden crown Crowd around and history explains the names of those that fell off the sound Overload the circummode, malfunction in the mic's membrane Radioactivity cause electricity in the cloud to make it rain And have you wet, dripping, flipping, slipping In the West slopes, Zoo Tribe representing [ CHORUS: Tray Deee ] Flipping through my dictionary This is what we label as Gangsta (Vo-Vo-)Vocabulary (3x) [ VERSE 2: Threat ] I prefer to take trips, circle the atmosphere and make chips Then sit back, gangbang on you niggas with major clips Championships mostly, put Hennessy to my lips costly As we announce the new grand prize winners, Zoo Tribe finna take the trophy Wreck shit give me migrane, stop, pause, I need Tylenol, Codeine Extra-strength kill the pain quick ??? light it all in a flame Let it burn, let that be a lesson learned, turn Back toward the ghetto, had to blast past the last level to get respect earned I received my diploma for bein no joke, no baloner Just to let you know when you walk upon a professional microphoner Rap creature, the Zoo keepers execute the beats featured Transmittin signals through your stereo, thumpin through your speakers I have to force the toys, not the boys Makin all that irritatin noise Your forbidden styles ain't allowed Drop the mic, nigga, watch out Tell them suckers they gotta bail, no entourage personel Goes beyond this point, funky joint, toxic, chemical smells Modern-day technology cuts like biology Retire you and your co-workers, nothin personal, just company policy [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Threat ] Trace you like when the feds be lookin for ya Cause groups to catch paranoia You can hear a 100 footsteps mobbin, that's the Zoo Tribe warriors Shoot ya with a rhyme from the past and sendin it to the future When I wreck to play Rock Steady, you can barely beat the computer Circle like the drive-through, pull up your automobile and park Excuse me, ma'am, would you like to purchase some fresh produce we call the bomb? Sick shiznit, fertilize the beat, get it pregnant But that's another episode of another whole entirely different segment I'm zooin, crocodiles bite my styles chewin Their style is played out, old, rusty, dusty, ancient, ruined (Cause I'm a gangster and you're not) [ CHORUS ] [ OUTRO: Tray Deee ] Stompin for eternal with my nigga The Mister Deadly Threat And y'all know who I am The Original Gangsta Deee And that's how we doin it From '97 to eternity |
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