GangStarr lyrics
GangStarr lyrics
"Credit is Due Lyrics"
Tout Pour Ma Ch?rie Lyrics
Tout, tout pour ma ch?rie, ma ch?rie Tout, tout pour ma ch?rie, ma ch?rie Tout, tout pour ma ch?rie, ma ch?rie Tout, tout pour ma ch?rie, ma ch?rie Toi, viens avec moi Et pends toi ? mon bras Je me sens si seul Sans ta voix, sans ton corps Quand tu n'es pas l? Oh oui, viens! Viens pr?s de moi Je ne connais rien de toi Ni ton nom, ni l'?ge que tu as Et pourtant tu ne regretteras pas
Tout, tout pour ma ch?rie, ma ch?rie Tout, tout pour ma ch?rie, ma ch?rie Tout, tout pour ma ch?rie, ma ch?rie Tout, tout pour ma ch?rie, ma ch?rie Toi, viens avec moi Et pends toi ? mon bras Je me sens si seul Sans ta voix, sans ton corps Quand tu n'es pas l? Oh oui, viens! Viens pr?s de moi Je ne connais rien de toi Ni ton nom, ni l'?ge que tu as Et pourtant tu ne regretteras pas
originally the b side to "Love Sick" off of +Step in the Arena+
[Guru]
Now I'm about to get funky.. to somethin that Premier plays
Funky.. we gonna do it this way
I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays
I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way
Now give the credit.. where it is due
Give the credit y'all.. where it's due
Now give the credit.. where it is due
Give the credit y'all.. where it's due
I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony
They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely
Only a few came to check me, so they come first..
.. and yo our people come next G
We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday
The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot
And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's
came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics
A
Once Around The Ride Lyrics
See me, feel me, come and touch me The way i touch you In the crossfire, live wire Who said maybe I said maybe won't do The sands of time are slipping by Dust to dust, no second try You're only goin' Once around the ride, yea You're only goin' Once around the ride Rock hard, got an ace card I ain't crazy Just got nothin' to do Day breaks, i'll take Can't wait
ll live, without no lipsync See me, feel me, come and touch me The way i touch you In the crossfire, live wire Who said maybe I said maybe won't do The sands of time are slipping by Dust to dust, no second try You're only goin' Once around the ride, yea You're only goin' Once around the ride Rock hard, got an ace card I ain't crazy Just got nothin' to do Day breaks, i'll take Can't wait
To a dope crate, building skills from instinct
I'm tired of people, gettin all excited
I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted
to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin
I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin
So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw
If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law
So let him pass right through
Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due
* DJ Premier cuts up "give it to me" *
[Guru]
You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due
Give the credit y'all.. where it's due
Give the credit.. where it is due
Give the credit y'all.. where it's due
Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light
Cause their record companies don't really market them right
Most f the people signin acts, they ain't from the street
Cause yo they come from the sweet..
.. soft section of town
While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound
But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate
to promote the real greats
and educate, and get it straight
And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core
I hope to explore
galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness
as I convey relay, mack rap quickness
In this business, I witness trickyness
Some MC's are into stickyness
But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious
I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like
the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?)
("On and on.." -> Biz) I'm takin things that are true
So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due
*
King Of N.Y. Lyrics
[saya] An bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an test now! Is that? cut off dem blood-clot nigga dont give a fuck! Watta feel like? dont know how to kill? [khalid] uh-uh.. saya, saya!! [saya] what is it khalid, what is it? [khalid] the original king of new york has returned The king of new york, the don cartagena Joe crack, terror squad leader!
DJ Premier cuts up "give it to me" * [saya] An bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an test now! Is that? cut off dem blood-clot nigga dont give a fuck! Watta feel like? dont know how to kill? [khalid] uh-uh.. saya, saya!! [saya] what is it khalid, what is it? [khalid] the original king of new york has returned The king of new york, the don cartagena Joe crack, terror squad leader!
[Guru]
So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much
They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much
But let me tell you baby you can't front on this
twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick
The objective, is to surely demolish
the chances of the wack takin all the dollars
Support the brothers who are truly gifted
This way, the odds, could never be shifted
Like my man, you know he works real hard
He's good at what he does and now he lives real large
So why envy him, or anyone in his crew
Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due
Give the credit.. where it's due
Give the credit y'all.. where it is due
Give the credit.. where it's due
Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due
* DJ Premier cuts up "give it to me