Doe In Advance

アーティスト	Gang Starr
作詞	Keith Elam, Chris Martin
作曲	Keith Elam, Chris Martin

Original baldhead
Crook and a rude boy instructor
I came back to lay down law
Mother fucker

I'll crush you
Cause you were meant to be a sucker
One more false move
I'll grab my toast and I'll bust you

And you, stop talking shit and pass the L
Got mad clientele
Real niggers know me well

All the rappers go on tour
And stay in their hotel
Me and my boys
We're as true as they come son

We come for some real life experience
And take rap serious
I'm curious
About the fakers

In the front
About the silly ass broads
And all the bullshit going on
So when I step into the club
I come home cooked

Rip the mike to shreds
Put skunk before hard core
And after that I just mask

Like match duelling
And I'm the offending mask
So just relax
And peep the cirts like a lance

We got no worries
We gets the doe in advance

I got to make the dough
Got to run this show
I got to make the dough
Got to run this show
I got to make the dough
Got to run this show

Watch me
I go the bitch just on the spot G
And when I rock thee
The honey's going to jack me

So copy this one
Son, you fucking writer
Shut the hell up
You're damn right I don't like you

I'll spit on your style
Shit on your crew with a smile
Fuck snow, you ain't wild
We been at your fall

You fantasy roughneck
Go bluff with your check
But you better show respect
Or your blood'll drip like sweat

Check yourself
Cause now there's doodle in your pants
I enhance the dance
And get the loot in advance

I got to make the dough
Got to run this show
I got to make the dough
Got to run this show
I got to make the dough
Got to run this show
I got to make the dough
Got to run this show

Goe in advance
Is the name of this tune
You know what's up hot,
Gang Starr's in the room

Soon you feel the boom
A masterpiece from the East
Enough respect where you're from
Just don't act dumb

We drop the shit that's classic
You can't surpass it
We last it
And now we've run shit
You bastard

I'm like a hairbrush
Moving on your quick
Got more depth than shallow rappers
Cause my game is thick

10.000 MCs
In a week I subtract
Cause the maket's over saturated
Scrub X

Who wants to try next
And who wants to die next
I'm vexed with mother fuckers
Who's dope shit I find next

Up from the alley
Now the riches I acquire
Cash coming by the wire
Rhymes with chariots of fire

Call me the dawn
Call me the man
Or call me Sir
But never forget this little nigger knows the scoore

For competition
Yo all there's no fucking chance
Ny troop is my partrol group
And go in advance

I got to make the dough
Got to run this show
I got to make the dough
Got to run this show
I got to make the dough
Got to run this show
I got to make the dough
Got to run this show

I got to make the dough
Got to run this show