Cumin' in Ya Ear-The Goats

歌手 : The Goats
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:49

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TXT Cumin' in Ya Ear-The Goats 文本歌词

Cumin' in Ya Ear (Explicit) - The Goats
Written by:The Goats/J. D'Angelo/M. Stoyanoff/P. Shupe/W. Braveman/Williams/Joe Nicolo/Oatie Kato
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum
Comin' in ya ear with a mic
Uh
Ya better believe that I'll be dreamin' of a black christmas
And at the top of my list is a fatspliff
And ya know it's a hoota of the buddah blessed
True to the blue 'cause I got sigma on my chest
And I won't rest because our 'cause speeds on it's way
It's on it's way we're on
Our way the s I g m a
So what do you say what do you
Know where would you like to go
To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto
And what I mean is a weaker
Speaker who can't see the light
He cooks his rhymes in a
Breaker puts 'em in a pipe
I'm not the type I'm not the type
I say it one more time
I'm not the type to be sublime in any rhyme of mine
I heard you wasn't down with these philly motherf**kers
Instead of welches grape you used some sh*t called smuckers
Well knucker I'm here ta let you
Know just what I think o' that
To quote my man chico smooth move ex lax
Ya slippin' tryin' ta keep pace with the driver
But you can't even catch my saliva
From drippin' I'm spittin' all over you like pippen
Scottie beam me up 'cause all these lunatics are flippin'
Like a tumbler I'm the rumbler not stevie but wonder
Not a stumbler or a blumbler over
Words that you can't understand
My man fifty grand shakin' hands
If I had a bird brain last name I'd be dan
While I get mine ya bitin' rhymes like a canine
Day nine in line welfare line time
A pro lifer is the piper that I'd like ta uh
Roll up roll up roll on it
If it is the early morning dawn
I'll sing that song like orlando
Tony a white man not a leader just a man too
Saying what ya can't do 'cause ya typed it in stereo
Like seeing a doughnut and calling it a cheerio
Heroes and heroes and heroines
I'm here ta rectify all the comin's and goin's
This moment in time is defined by ambiguity
Plausible denial no trials is the beauty
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum
Comin' in ya ear with a mic
Draw the line because ya know the
Jack in the box will 'cross it
And just in time 'cause for your
Mind I think they said ya lost it
I said ya lost it one more time ya lost it
Ya paid the cost for tryin'
To be something that you're not
A big shot but what ya got is a small spot
And you can get a lickety lick lick shot yeah
'Cause jack in the box is not drivin' Mrs daisy
I get what I got but not from old white ladies damn
So save that shady sh*t for somebody's uncle tom
I ain't related ya hate it when I drop a bomb
Coo coo ca chew I'm the goats who are you
Grab the microphone and do that thing that you do
Ya call it rhymin' ha that's so funny I forgot ta laugh
I made better sounds than
That come out crack of my ass
On my first day on my worst day
And even in my hearse day
You couldn't write a rhyme if
I gave you the first verse
Ta play with sorta sloppily but
Make sure you gives props to me
I don't play games so d*mn I hates monopoly
I'm the macho hancho nacho eatin'
Like tanto I'm yo smooth as a motherf**ker
One two I'm gettin' the be the who's who
Of the food for the thinkers
I don't tinker with the winkers
Like I hop I drop props at all hours
Like psycho I might go stab duke in the shower
Doobie doo doobie doo scoobie doo doobie da yaaa
Rhyme sayer not a mayor I don't pretend to be a player
Flava I hope the dopes listen to chief seattle
He's not one for the battle or the paddle or the saddle
Like lite beer from miller it is and that's that
Like rhyme beer from killer it's the sh*t and phat's phat
Spelled with a p just like in tel tel telephone
Livin' in north philly's a
Form of hell hell hell hell a home not
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum
Comin' in ya ear with a mic