Σάββατο 22 Σεπτεμβρίου 2007

Rebirth Of Slick ..Cool Like Dat

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  1. We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
    Them they got moved by these hard rock Brooklyn kids
    Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics
    You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
    He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds
    She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds
    Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
    They flock to booms man boogie had to change
    Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
    Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions
    Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama
    When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas
    What by the cut we push it off the corner
    How was the buzz entire hip hop era?
    Was fresh and fat since they started sayin audi
    Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie
    The puba of the styles like miles and shit
    Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms
    Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block
    We be to rap what key be to lock
    But
    I'm cool like dat
    I'm cool...I'm cool...

    We be the chocolates taps on my raps
    innovates at the sweeta cat naps
    He at the funk club with the vibrate
    Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate?
    It can kick a plan then a crowd burst
    Me I be diggin it with s bump verse
    Us we be freakin til dawn blinks an eye
    He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup)
    Who understood yeah understood the plan
    Him heard a beat and put it to his hands
    What I just flip let borders get loose
    How to consume or they'll be just like juice
    If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic
    The babes'll go spastic
    Hip hop gains a classic
    Pimp playin shock it dont matter I'm fatter
    Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones)
    And
    I'm chill like dat
    I'm chill...I'm chill...

    Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink....
    Think..think..think..think..think..think..think...

    We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss
    Them they're the jams and commence to goin off
    She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it
    Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent
    Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt
    Him thats my man with the asteroid belt
    They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big
    He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs
    The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll
    The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls
    You used to find a bug in a box with fade
    Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids
    And
    I'm peace like dat
    I'm Peace

    Check it out man I groove like dat
    I'm smmoce like dat
    I jive like dat
    I roll like dat

    Yeah I'm thick like dat
    I stack like dat
    I'm down like dat
    I'm black like dat

    Well yo I funk like dat
    I'm fat like dat
    I'm in like dat
    Cause I swing like dat

    We jazz like dat
    We freak like dat
    We zoom like dat
    We out...we out

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