Hey Look At Shorty-Lord Finesse

歌手 : Lord Finesse

专辑 : Return Of The Funky Man

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:18

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TXT Hey Look At Shorty-Lord Finesse 文本歌词

Hey Look At Shorty - Lord Finesse

Yeah yeah whassup

Yeah check it out

Let's go down a few years let's say way down

When I used to lounge

And say rhymes in the playground

I'ma show you how I used to do things

I was wearin pro keds with crazy fat shoestrings

Even as a child

Things didn't come easier

I wrote rhymes while other kids played

I was set determined to climb in rap

Brothers got high

I didn't have time for that

I was rowdy I didn't say violent though

Got my respect and props at the talent shows

And at the jams and the parties I went to

A-dults used to say

Yo shorty got potential

I stepped on the stage with authority and confindence

Got claps and cheers

And plus stupid compliments

I deep down felt

I needed no one's help

To gain my wealth

So I went out for self

None was never foolin me

Brothers was cool with me

My rap ingenuity I took to school with me

So in high school

I admit I could rhyme good

Brothers got mad cause

They couldn't flow like I could

I was swift with this

So brothers couldn't get with this

Niggaz was so weak on the mic

It was ridiculous

You was stupid to try to step to run mine

You usually got burnt

And stomped durin lunchtime

Cause I was able to keep the rhyme stable

And please the crowd while I was bangin on a table

So as the days passed

And the months zoomed

I was the funkiest rapper in the lunchroom

I was funky the way I kicked and tell things

Take on mc's and stomp em before the bell rings

Usin my blessings to take out contestants

Was you nice on the mic

Stupid question

So you know I was far from a wannabe

Even doe pioneers used to front on me sayin

Get from under the ropes shorty

You're not a known rhymer

Give me the mic and step off you f**kin old timer

And shut the hell up cause my skills are developed

Funky for my age

But my head will never swell up

I got mean on the scene

With a rougher rap

And left brothers sayin

Who the f**k was that

The new comer I got plenty numbers

I was the main event

At the jams every summer

I was short and sturdy

Plus I used to rhyme dirty

Get in trouble for stayin out after 9:30

I was a kid with a mic that was runnin shit

Had to come back and take mine after punishment

Cause when it came to rhymin

I was a hot beginner

I used to take out and stomp all the top contenders

The skills I had I used to flip and flaunt

I was servin brothers like

I worked in a resteraunt

I was the type to spark and bomb troops

Take on everybody and win except mom dukes

I didn't need a 40

To prove I was naughty

Cause even as a kid people said

Look at shorty