MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
run dmc - 3 in the head
"Do or die!" (2X)
[Run]
Come on stand up, still-a, a nigga that's gettin iller
If you're weak and/or you're sleepin
(then what?) you get the cap I peel up
And til-I, I kill a sucker duck dope dealer
Sold to my brother but the ghetto stands stiller
Still-a, standin, commandin and demandin
from the get-go got the ghetto get a medal cause it's standin
I'm makin a buck, they takin a buck, the tax that attacks the
world
A system built to diss em (who?) the boys (who) and the girls
They starvin, we're starvin, keepin a nine to five an'
try to hold us down, keep us out but we be risin
Risin, risin, risin like the cream
Stiggidy stiggidy stiggidy still, stiggidy standin for the team
Chorus One: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 2X)
We put three in the head
and the little one said roll over, roll over
"Do or die!"
[D.M.C.]
I run amuk upon the sucker duck punks that I'm steppin on
The one you're bettin on you're lucky like a leprechaun
I turn my weapon on my record ?? ??
Mic checkin and I'm wreckin and I'm checkin on
So check it check it out, I'm gonna rock the house
Without a doubta I'ma shout about to turn it out
So take a step BACK, I gotta wreck TRACK
I got a rep for breakin necks, I get respect black
(Damn damn!) Darryl Mack, you're all of that
They pray they can save the crazy rat
They attack to mack to move him off the map
could never tell I fell, to hell and back
It's beautiful -- the mic makes hits
to the dirty, stinkin, son of a.... (auuuuuuhh)
I'm mad and glad and sad and highly upset
So don't do nothin that you might regret
Cause I'll stomp that ass, like a little insect (c'mon)
clean off my kicks (c'mon) clean off my kicks (c'mon)
clean off my kicks and then STEP!
(stiggidy-stick, step!)
Chorus One
Chorus Two: Run-D.M.C.
So they all rolled over and one fell out
We put two in the head
and the little one said, roll over, roll over!
"Do or die!"
We put two in the head
and the little one said..
[Run]
Now c'mon step to me do me pursue me you never knew me
You'll be sleepin and you slept on the step
And now your crew be sweatin me like you're sweatin the sweat
Another groupie dissin D, now you're back on the set
I'm makin em takin em breakin em all
Diss em one by one
You make the mistake of thinkin I'm soft
Thinkin Run ain't the one
From eighty-three and they be seein me and D and they front
?? the suckers from the ruckus that's about to become
Reel it back, come REWIND it's about that time
Feelin wack, ate the swine it's about that swine
in your body couldn't keep up at the end of the set
Bet ya beat ya that I teach ya and you're stuck until death
(That's what I'm sayin)
Chorus One
Chorus Three: Run-D.M.C.
We put two in the head
and the little one said
We put one in the head
and the little one said, roll over, roll over!
"Do or die!"
{*Jam Master Jay cuts*}
"Do or die!"
"Do or die!"
"Do.. or die!"
"Do or die!" "Do.."
"Do or die!"
"Do or die!"
"Do or die!"
"Do or die!" ..
run dmc - 30 days
Heard that they said that it's rainin men
But the offer that I make, it won't be made again
You don't have to write, you don't have to call
It's a one-time offer for nothing at all
And there's no red tape, I don't make it hard
You don't need cash money or a Master Card
I got easy terms, and a lay-away
But I need a quick decision, and I need it today
And if you find that you don't like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days
Now have you ever seen a man with a guarantee?
Well you're lookin at him now, cause the man is me
And if you don't believe all the things I say
I'm certified 'prime' by the USDA
Now the name that I use is DJ Run
And I'm a fast-talkin slow-walkin number one
And if you don't believe all the words I say
Then you're a natural born fool who's got to be that way
I got a 50 rating and a 50 share
Every minute, every hour that I'm on the air
And when I come to town, I'm on a big marquee
It says (DJ Run) and me, D.M.C.
And if you find that you don't like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days
A good job and lots of money might not be enough
And to satisfy your needs it may be rough
But I take some care and treat you nice
And if it ain't sufficient once, I cold work it out twice
And if you find that you don't like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days
I'm gonna give you everything that you ever need
If you need a pint of blood, then I'll even bleed
If you're lookin for a car, I will buy you two
And if you're lookin for a pet, I'll buy a kangaroo
If you need a vacation, we can fly the world
And you'll know I'll never look at another girl
I'm a single-minded man, and my mind is set
You're the lady of the '80s that I'm gonna get
And if you find you don't like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days
run dmc - 5 boroughs
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx..
[KRS-One]
We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em
we pick em and kick em
Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In the new millenium we killin them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin them
[Vigilante]
You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's
see
if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your
back out
How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the
crackhouse
[Buckshot]
Let's take a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why not? You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie
[Keith Murray]
I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch}
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's
herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
[Cam'Ron]
We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus
Christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin about a G a night, they can't read or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see
the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man
[?]
Uptown massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, Uptown of course
I grab you ? they got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss
De rap dancehall try on de Mossinos
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me Cedro
I put a rap to singalong in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
[Killah Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an iron horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears beneath the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch
claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors
and jumpin down elevator shafts
Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin mad
WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!
[Prodigy]
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often
Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your ladies back to the projects with us
Then sent her {ass} back on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug song
See we one big borough of Dons with firearms
And we never use those, til the man act
other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn near missed dat
Shoes get pissed at
[Redman]
From the, tip of my Timbs, to my eyebrows
The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth
Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs
And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff
My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe
and tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike
Brick City!!
[Reverand Run]
Aiyyo.. now bust it
Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group
(now speed it up)
Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
Never been that {nigga}
If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me
Or you just be bowlin
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me
and that's just my colon
The five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets real
when the five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets hot
run dmc - ahhh
Yo, yo
Ayo I've seen Run with the chrome spitting
Watching the Knicks in the back of the 6
Pulled up on the side like who's winning?
Niggers said me since 83' get it right
The lightly flashers rolling been dimpled to light
Next night seen him on stage with some platinum sells
Rubber gets him aside that's Bill Raising hell
I said Run the crowd yells, likely paid it well
Then he said to ask (??Burt Bordello??)...Who the hell?
Oh well I thought I was done being impressed
Until my man called me up and told me listen to flex
I ain't know what to do, looks like Run was sending to everybody
But then again the shit was true
MC's must sworn and gone hopping on thrones
Saying native kings please you kept the C on
Ain't nobody better than this twenty year veteran
Even as a reverend, hotter than you've ever been
It don't really matter who the hell you are
The fake is a full catcher, the biggest to stars
Trying to doubt these three, you're breaking the law
Their the Kings leaving y'all and all, it's real pos like:
Chorus.
Ahhh, Done done did it again
Ahhh, Dad done hit the pen
Ahhh, Man they're dropping Jim's
Ahhh, Kids lost stack in the end
Ahhh Rev Run, run the block
Swirls the doc, my flow is hot, don't need no gun to cock
I'm sick of you dogs, you brothers try to get me to fall
I'm kicking you raw, even in the fist of it all
Run laps around wack cats I hate that
Since way back, main-way tracks I lace raps, you'll face that
Before you catch aluminium bats from numerous cats
With Run-DMC on their hats
You ain't getting no show till your album out
The label that want us been money or what's that about
No clout had to settle for a fake amount,
Well, my catalogue's bigger than your banc account
No doubt I'm the greatest of all time for sure
Rev Run coming through and leaving niggers at all
Like...
Chorus. (X2)
Ahhh, Done done did it again
Ahhh, Dad done hit the pen
Ahhh, Man they're dropping Jim's
Ahhh, Kids lost stack in the end
Hey Run, remember that night at the light in the back of the 6?
Yeah I was mad the Knicks lost I got a new will
Yeah I see the belly and nage with the four doors
What is that? More whores?
Naw, it's simply more tours
I see you've repeating me for quite some time (yo my bad)
Ain't a thing they got noticed through rhymes
Ayo what a nigger gotta do to be more like you?
A nigger like me ain't got a clue...
First things first, I DJ, run all the rappers, actors came on
status
But they can't have this, since Krush Groove you were making
them paced
And let them rap movies be made, since then most of them faint
Thanks for the compliment kid, now jump back in your cars
The rev is leaving niggers at all, it's real pos like
Chorus. (X5)
Ahhh, Done done did it again
Ahhh, Dad done hit the pen
Ahhh, Man they're dropping Jim's
Ahhh, Kids lost stack in the end
run dmc - ay papi
(feat. Bo Skaggs Nitty, Fat Joe)
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo (??)
[Run]
Got senoritas in Adidas over in Spain
The Don of San Juan got 'em goin insane
Got chicks in Spanish Harlem holdin they brain
In Sao Paolo they follow, doin the same
Admiration for Run since "Sucker M.C.'s"
Papi bilingual, sell a single with ease
Y'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got dough
Us cuatro, lock flow, you don't know?
From New York City to Puerto Rico (whoa)
[Chorus]
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo (??)
You got my fire burnin..
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo (??)
You got my fire burnin..
[Fat Joe]
Uhh, uhh
What's goin on black? Goin platinum and beyond that
Layin down the format, sippin on that Cognac
Where the Don at?
I'm at Hollis with the kings payin homage to the things
they accomplished in they teens and I never stop throwin them
flings
Control of the game, I'm right here over the rain
A human pot of gold, I already had a lot of flow
Ready to rock steady with Run and make a lot of dough
[D.M.C.]
You might tell from the way I talk
that sucker MC's is who I stalk
Create in a rhyme that is in formation
Or why I made such a rap creation
That is bound, to be reknowned
within this city as a funky sound
And to those that try to put me down
My DJ has jams, by the pound (c'mon, let's go)
[Chorus]
[Bo Skaggs Nitty]
Skaggs Nit'
Aiyyo I rolled up, in the spot that I rolled up
My ice glitter like hold up
All the chickens like, "Look at Bo, he done growed up
Thinks he the bomb, bet his beeper stay blowed up"
So much frost on my wrist look my fist froze up
A photographer is tryin to get a little close up
Why cause I'm a star now? Buy out the bar now?
Or I press one button, start up my car now?
I heard that you wanna spar now, so baby it's on
I spit flows, rip shows 'til the day that I'm gone
And this day I hit 'em off I'll have America sewn
Rich plat', rims chrome, spin (?) to your dome
I entered your home, lick you down, strictly to bone
The hit that I'm on got Spanish mamis singin my song
[Chorus - 1.5X]
run dmc - back from hell
[D.M.C.]
On the lower level where the devils dwell..
Comin from the one, comin back from hell
{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" ->
scratched by Jay*}
[Run]
Peepin out the window, checkin on the criminals
Out in the yard, it's hard, but you're in
so you do your time and never let the time do ya
He lost his mind that's what the time'll do to ya
A brother in the box screamin find a ciggarette
Niggaz walkin by ain't tryin to hear that
So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress
A brother got sliced and diced over nonsense
D.O.I., Dead On the Island
The life the knife the price, for wigga-wildin
Never a day, I say I'm not leavin
Long as I live in a crib and I'm breathin
Four years done, another one in a cell
Don't need nobody to come, cause I'll be back from hell
{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" ->
scratched by Jay*}
[D.M.C.]
Fire and brimstone, sendin 'em home
to the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed
Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up
People would jock, because he cooked the rock
Caught by the cop, he's knocked, and now he's faceless
The spot was hot, he's Scott, that's what his name is
When he was out with clout, people surround him
Now that he's in the pen, niggaz downed him
Wait upstate, for the day, til they free the man
In '98, be straight, and then you'll see him again
Ready to kill, and steal, ill and build
a flyer empire, higher, still runnin the 'ville
{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" ->
scratched by Jay*}
[Run]
Boy goin to hell, another day in the dark
The brother wait in the park, blind faded and stalked
Naked, out to die and not movin
He needs a fix by six that means you've been
strung out, your lung out, foamin with your tongue out
Back to hell and well, that's where you hung out
for the past and last year, your acts for cash here
Crash and smash any ass to get a blast yeah
The brother smother his mother, for another one
Then ill and kill, with the other son
For crack as well, the brother black he yell
You just stop and think, he's comin back from hell
{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" ->
scratched by Jay*}
.. "from the depths of hell and you can smell the
smoke!"
run dmc - beats to the rhyme
[D.M.C.]
DJ's and MC's, coming up next is the one and only
incredible, Jam Master
Yo, back up off the ropes, punk
[Run]
Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme I just made
Party at the jammie til lights the night fade
Trooping for the feature we all get paid
So let's go
[D.M.C.]
Yo! D that's me, the King, the MC
Rhyme get mine on the t-o-p
Can another MC ever rock this beat? (Hell yeah)
[Run-D.M.C.]
It's like the A the B to the C
It's easier than (1, 2, 3)
(He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C.)
So here's Run
It's time for we to cease (So what?)
So rhymers speak your peace
Why? Cause you can't touch (Jam Master Jay)
Cause he's number (1, 2, 3, 4, hit it)
Dance to the rhythm, the rhyme, the cold flow
Chance to give em is done I told yo
For these routines like 1983
It's just a little reminder
So those suckas is kinder
A little message from (Run-D.M.C.)
[Run]
Cuts for days will amaze and maze
But will make you sad to tan all the dance aways
Got the mic, the man, the master plan
But the ram, the jam
(Know I am?) Goddamn!
Spins he wins, clocking MS ends
To his friends he lends, lotta joy he sends
Jay lose today, this is what I say
(Dick in your mouth all day)
[D.M.C.]
My beats were played and laid rhymes made
Jay DJ'ed and I got paid
Made something out of nothing (Yo D that's true)
Yes my brother I would do it for you
I roam in the zone of the microphone
And I'm on the throne but I'm not alone
Got bones of steel and not of stone
I'm known to be prone and make your momma moan
[Run]
Time for the rhyme so let the stars shine
Shame for the fame and the name combined
Run for the fun but you can gimme your ring
Show I gotta go so now a word from the King
[D.M.C.]
Hardcore, rhymes galore, giving you more
And like I said before...
Beats to the rhyme the name of this jam
D that's me and that's who I am
Rocking on the mic cause you know I can
You gotta understand I don't give a damn
[Run]
Jay hit a play today I must say
Hooray to the way that is A-OK
As we wax the tracks all the DJ's play
With (dick in your mouth)
A little (dick in your mouth)
A big (dick in your mouth all day)
run dmc - big willie
[Run] One two, one two..
[DMC] And this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And I am, D.M.C..
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless for rhymes
[Run]
You got to save it for David and wave it if you think that I
gave it
I never gave a damn about a critic so save it
I run amuk demanding my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
by kickin dollars straight to Hollis I'm off the ground B
I never heard of such where niggaz stand and I fell
I'm doin years with this career like Patti La-Belle
And if I ever was to fall I fell upon ya
Like ?? I made my mind I come to con ya
I see females I tell them yo my word is bond huh
Like Terri Teresa Tammi Tawana Tarena and Tonya
I'm comin hard I got your head and yeah the lock's on
I threw you up, why did your daddy ?? cock strong
I rock I wreck I rip a rhyme I ??
My rap is right I write a rip-and-ready rock song
[D.M.C.]
Call on the brother to come and get dumb
until the def drum come as they come, when they come
I said I rip some, tearin them up, a big up
A whattup? A nigga, a so what, yeah put your bricks up
I knock down the walls because I got to
The rock sound because I hip-hop new
Not the old, gold, from around the neck
And when I grab ahold you give me nuff respect
In a black BM, with my contact lens
When the track begins, I'm setting new rap trends
Lettin lyrics I lay down
You play loud I stay proud with Jay down you stay down
Get up on the truck song, the one you put your buck on
You're stuck on, you're luck on, you're sucked on
a lollipop SUCKA
I snuck ya, I struck ya, you stupid mother..
[Run]
I gotta come my name is Run and me and D we been appointed
I'm ever so clever you never TOUCH the annointed
I'm Born Again I got a friend the Lord I rearrange
but other than that I'm livin fat and ain't NUTHIN changed
Big Willie still in your grilly, you better block son
I bust you up and then I blast you with my Bop Gun
A million times rhyme risin to the prime
while another nigga's cuts get bucks, like it's a dope rhyme
Be instead I'd rather leave another brother dead
cause yet another brother deaded from the slow dread
I'm makin papers, brothers catchin vapors
Try to lick shot, you get got, catch you later
This ain't The Cosby Show you know what it's like A Different
World
We're livin inside a world where you get the cash, you hit the
girl
So check the hypness, I'm not livin like this
I'm the type of guy to bust your eye, you lose your whiteness
You comin butt when you wish upon a star
but I could never be butt, so yo, bust the guitar!
.. *guitar and scratches* ..
[D.M.C.]
Heads up my brother, here comes another
word to the verb the urge to discover
a lover, you hover, you smother, my brother
You can't do nothin other than take the record out the cover
You get the song at it's strong and randomn flow
You sing along cause the words you heard you know
Hostyle the style that style is wild
The penile is where I goes and smile
Because I pop a lot, they try to lock me up
Because I rock the block, they try to stop me up
But I'm sly as a fox I can rocks
I got smarts when they starts tradin shots they get dropped
I pull my card I pull my card I pull my card NOT
I use the rock to be hard, I'm a hard rock
You get a speedknot, and then you bleed a lot
You better read a lot because you really need a lot of
information, and some education
Cause I'm replacin what you hearin on your station
Darryl is a Mack, Joe is in the Public
Jason leads the nation and I know you're gonna love it, Jay!!
run dmc - bob your head
Bob your head.. (2X)
[D.M.C.]
As we bop on..
to the break of dawn..
the non-stop hip-hop bop..
takes you on down..
to the last, STOP!! "ruff, ruff an' rugged we
comin.."
So won't ya bob your head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we
comin.."
B-b-ba bob your head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we
comin.."
[Run]
A freak I find the kind to wine and dine
I freak a blind date, and your fate is to wait in line
at the party.. tryin to get a hottie
Cool T and Roddy, D.M.C. and Scottie
Big Kev and Marty, Hurricane and Arty
Phil, Doug, and Naughty - damn, a big party
So I grab the mic, I like, recite, the hype
and type, and write, with my..
freak it 'fore the niggy night is done
for Ricky-Run to get dumb and then some
So while you're here, it's clear to every per-son
ah that you need to bob get involved
and weave with ease and please the steez with G's
Now, just to be at ease
cause this is it, legit, a hit, I throw a fit
Not slackin or lackin a bit, nah that ain't it
So just a bob ya head, like I said, the fresh it
So just a bob ya head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we
comin.."
[D.M.C.]
Bob your head! "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
"ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
I make your heads bob, I got you slobbin the knob
So do a good job, why don't ya let me know - HOW YA LIVIN
HOBBES?
Whassup wit ya girl? Ya know I like the way your earrings jang
and your booty swing, ah while my beat go
BOOM BOOM - why don't you let me take you to my room
Take off our shoes relax sit on bed and watch the Looney Tunes
But no! You want me take you out and wine and dine you
But I ain't got no time to chase behind and never find you
So be this dope a lethal dose of poisonious potion
Stick to the sound that's up and down now sit ya that's the
motion
Buckwild inna style for ya honey child
The organization of bobbin and pacin will make you bob a while
Grab a cutie, Duke her Bootee, bust a ?? box
That's my duty, girl please do me, don't try to cockblock
Give nuff respect, I love the sex, again I said..
Here it comes from Run (yo Jay) 'Yo D!' HOE BOB YA HEAD
"ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
Ah just a bob ya head ..
Bob ya head "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
Ah just a bob ya head ..
[Run]
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
by Run so come get some for fun
Keep the force I'm nicky-number one
and I'll scratch my vocord for f-f-fun
And nevertheless I must confess that it's a bless-un
that people are ride and must abide to this direct-ion
I triple it up to let you know that I'm a swift one
Those who oppose get broken nose that's how I live son
I move the head that's what I said, this is my miss-ion
I'm dickin em down and all around, to make the head bob
So bend your neck, give nuff respect to me, dance Hobbes
for this is it, the brand new shit, I'd like to mention
so hurry up because the cut is my inven-tion
The jazz, pizazz, with class, at last
kickin your ass, for the past
three and a half minutes, you been in it to win it
So you defin-in-it..-itely need to bob your head
And I say!
I'd like to give a shout out to the Hollis Crew, in there!
My homeboy D.M.C., he's in there!
To my homeboy Jam Master Jay
and the brothers at JMJ, you know they in there!
To my man Eric Blam, in there!
To my man Grand Wizard Cut Professor DJ Dig, definitely in
there!
My name is Run Love and I'm out of here with The Afros
and the 40 Ounce CREW!
run dmc - bounce
[Butt] Hey Beavis, eh-heh-heh
Remember that time we partied with Run-D.M.C.?
[Beav] Yeah yeah, hehhehheh - I took a dump on their bus
Hehhehheh
[Butt] No dumbass that was Anthrax! Eh-heh
I'm talkin about Run-D.M.C.
[Beav] Oh yeah yeah heh yeah
That was fly - hehheh - we were illin
[Butt] Yeah.. eh-heh, huh-huh, eh-huh-huh..
[Beav] Me-heh-heh, me-heh-heh.. he-heh.. heh..
{*music cues flashback*}
{*knocking at the door*}
[Run] Yo who dat?
[Butt] Uhh.. we're like, from Hollis and stuff, uh-huh-heh
Can we like, y'know, come in?
[Beav] Yeah yeah heh yeah - I'm from Hollis too
Ehheheh yeah eh
It's Christmas time in Hollis Queens!!
Hehhehheh yeah heh-ehheh
[Jay] Yo y'all don't like y'all from around the way
[Butt] Yeah man, we're like, from Hollis, uh-heh
[Jay] What street?
[Butt] Uhhhhhhhhhhhh..... uhhhh.. Hollis Street? Huh-uh-huh
[Run] Yo that's Hollis Avenue, what street?
[Butt] Uhhhh, like uhhhh...
[Jay] Yo man get out of here y'all ain't from around the way
Stop frontin {*Beavis and Butthead laughing*}
[Run] Yo man save that man we ain't tryin to hear that
[Butt] Uhhhhhh.. uh-hehhuhheh, uhhhh..
I'm like, a full fledged member of the Hollis Crew
[Beav] Yeah yeah hehheh, I'm a full fledged MEMBER!
Ehehehhhehheheheh
[Run] Aight, c'mon in yo, c'mon c'mon
[Jay] Aight yo c'mon that's cool
{*door opens to let them in, B+B laughing*}
[Beav] Heheh, hey Run, check this out, hehehheheh
My name is D.M.C., the all time great!!
I bust the most rhymes, in New York State!!
[Butt] Huhhuh, eh-hehuhuhuh
[Run] Yo chill chill money
[Butt] Yeah, CHILL Beavis.. ehehhuhhuh, dumbass
[Beav] Hehe heheh yeah heheh
[Butt] So like uhh.. are you guys gonna like, kick it old
school?
[Beav] Yeah yeah, heheh yeah, KICK IT! KICK IT! KICK IT!
[Jay] Yo we gettin ready to break fool money
[Butt] Uhhh.. can we have some money? Uh-huhuhuhuhuh
[Beav] Yeah yeah eheh yeah!
It's hard to rock a rhyme!! It's hard to rock a rhyme!!
[Run] No no no
[Jay] Nah nah
[Run] It's tricky, it's TRICKY to rock a rhyme
[Butt] Yeah, dumbass!
[Beav] Shut up Butt-head! You can't rock a rhyme
[Butt] No but I can kick your ass
{*fight breaks out, Beavis yells "butthole" and
"cut it out!"*}
[Run] Aiyyo chill out for a minute and let's just do this
Cool out, cool out
[Jay] Word up man, calm down with all that riffraff man
[Run] Don't be comin around here on all that old wild man
Just chill man
You in your corner and you in your corner man, just chill
Get up off that old wild man
[Butt] Beavis started it
[Beav] Oh yeah, eh-heheheh, heheheheh
[Butt] Yo Beavis, you're ruffing up my Walker Wear
[Beav] No way Butt-head, you're wrinkling my fresh gear!
Hehe hehehehe this is cool, heheheh
[Butt] Are you guys gonna like, "Slam," or like
"Get out your seat and Jump Around, a-Jump Around!"
[Beav] Yeah yeah, heh yeah like,
like, "Slam! SLAM! Duh-DUH-DUH, DUH-DUH-DUH,
DUH-DUH-DUH!"
[Run] Yo Beavis slow your roll man
[Jay] This ain't "Jump"
[Run] This ain't "Slam"
[Jay] The name of this record is "Bounce"
..
"This is the way.. the way.. the way.." (8X)
[Run]
I open doors, take a pause, doin tours then I come again
Run'll be runnin up in the spot cause I be runnin
dem seen dis, now DJ Run'll be comin
and gettin fiendish, my tracks are fat and in fact
it's not just a lean dish, your soup and salad not valid
I serve a mean dish.. mean dish..
I got my mic in my hand and my plan to come
The official DJ rapper name is DJ Run
All other sucker rappers boy you're just my son
All wet behind the ears I freeze I froze you're numb
PUMP PUMP! I scream on you, you talk and talk
PUMP PUMP! Run you round the track then walk it off
So, check for me take in a weapon and even steppin
to my foes even those of Joe's are always kept in
seperate rows broken nose from blows ruin your rep
When I pounce, all my foes suppose, I swing the ep
and just BOUNCE!
"This is the way.. the way.. the way.." (8X)
[D.M.C.]
My name is D.M.C., the one you know
The all-time great, I'ma steal the show
I put the mic, inside my hand
And spread a funky rhythm all across the land
I blow your mind, the rhyme'll flow
I hit you with the wisdom and they give me dough
I'm one of a kind, I rock your mind
I'm stingy with the digits when I rock my rhyme
I bust a vein, inside my brain
I came with the name and our claim to fame
I'm hard to the core, wicked and raw
The rhymes break raw when I'm breakin your door
I kick a ill style cause I'm sticka-still wild
Take-a take-a chill now, cause I got to kill a foul
Foul-mouthed sucker knockin out all doubt
I'm takin suckers out, cause I make a sucker bounce!
"This is the way.. the way.. the way.." (8X)
.. BOUNCE!
[Run]
I got no time for the climb, I'm the kind to rhyme
There's no sign of my mind slippin off the line
And if you find there's a dime, I left behind
I come fast for my cash, I must rewind
Easy does it, Run'll do it, speakin fluid vocabulary
Vocal be makin em come to it - then I have you very
often, lost in, Run'll run a boss then
confuse you lose you're all lost up in the sauce
then I stir you sir you're all shakin cause I'm diesel
Drop hip-hop, and then POP goes the weasel
Comin and runnin and seekin daily for my kingdom
Takin my lyrics at first they hear it then they sing them
I take a sucker and do em, the heads I flew em
First I chew em, then I school em and sue em, and steppin to em
is a daily operation I ruin, all those I'm doin
I pursue em, make em boo and come to, you and your crew
and just BOUNCE!
"This is the way.. the way.. the way.." (continue to
fade)
run dmc - bust a move
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Try to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down cause you're over zealous
Play hard to get an females get jealous
Ok smartie, go to a party
Girls are stancin the crowd is showin body
A chick walks by you wish you could sex her
But you're standin on the wall like you was Poindexter
Next days function, high class luncheon
Food is served and you're stone cold munchin'
Music comes on, people start to dance
But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants
A girl starts walkin, guys start gawkin'
Sits down next to you and starts talkin'
Says she wanna dance cus she likes the groove
So come on fatso and just bust a move
You're on a mission and you're wishin'
someone could cure you're lonely condition
You're lookin for love in all the wrong places
Not fine girls just ugly faces
From frustration first inclination
Is to become a monk and leave the situation
But every dark tunnel has a lighter hope
So don't hang yourself with a celibate rope
New movie's showin... so you're goin
Could care less about the five you're blowin
Theatre gets dark just to start the show
When you spot a fine woman sittin in the front row
She's dressed in yellow, she says "Hello,
Come sit next to me you fine fellow"
You run over there without a second to loose
And what comes next, hey bust a move
If you want it baby you've got it (repeat)
Just bust a move
In the city ladies look pretty
Guys tell jokes so they can seem witty
Tell a funny joke just to get some play
Then you try to make a move and she says "no way"
Girls a fakin' ... goodness sakin'
They want a man who brings home the bacon
Got no money and you got no car
Then you got no woman and there you are
Some girls are sophistic... materialistic
Looking for a man makes them opportunistic
They're lyin on the beach perpetratin a tan
So that a brother with money can be their man
So on the beach you're strollin'... real high-rollin'
Everything you have is your's and not stolen
A girl runs up with somethin to prove
So don't just stand there, bust a move
(break down)
Your best friend Harry has a brother Larry
In five days from now he's gonna marry
He's hopin you can make it there if you can
'Cause in the ceremony you'll be the best man
You say "neato"... check your libido
And roll to the church in your new tuxedo
The bride walks down just to start the wedding
And there's one more girl you won't be getting
So you start thinkin, then you start blinkin
A bride maid looks and thinks that you're winkin
She thinks you're kinda cute so she winks back
And now you're feelin really fine cus the girl is stacked
Reception's jumpin, bass is pumpin
Look at the girl and your heart starts thumpin
Says she wants to dance to a different groove
Now you know what to do g, bust a move
run dmc - can i get a witness
[Chorus: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 4X)]
Can you kick it like I kick it when I kick this,
can I get a witness? (Yes you can!)
[Run]
New jacks better back up, before they get smacked up
by the R-U-N-D-M-C (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my Adidas and gangster hats
A ??, yo here we go
I'm tired of brothers tryin to front like they don't hear me though
Knowin if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be able
cause I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh
A lot of punk for the chunk baby that's a bet
Album number seven and we still ain't finished yet
I didn't get old, I got better at the craft
Sat back and watched you try to kick it but you made us laugh
So get back, you already had your chance to dance
You proved you had no waist to fit in this man's pants
Word to God, I'm back fo' sho'
Hollis Queens gettin wreck so act like you know
[Chorus]
[D.M.C.]
As I spit this and get this out of my throat
I need a witness to get with this - take notes
Great quotes like boats float flowin so dope
Never givin up hope, nope, know what I wrote
I'ma saver spectator educator entertainer
You wanna ask me, can't be now or later
I'm a rough rugged person, been that way from the start
Darryl Mack got the knack to put the H in heart
(And it ain't no fun, to step to D and Run
But if you wanna step up, step up and get that ass - done)
A reporter with recorder was recordin the slaughter
as I'm peepin 'cross the border leapin water keepin order
Lit it up like a spliff, get a whiff of this hit
Cause I flick em like bits, and I bust 'em like zits
Dippin down to grip this microphone I rip this
I'm glad not sad I flipped this, now can I get a witness
[Chorus]
[Run]
Can I get a witness, can I hit a, never been ?? fitness
Don't play like I'm bitter, when you come with your best
and I make a suggestion save it David with your bull
Cause you're full of congestion
Soft? Never me, never get more hard
The King of Kings, Lord of Lords, is the one Lord God
Can I can I get a witness ?? next
To my God, DJ Run and I kick it
[D.M.C.]
Suckers suckers suckers
Suckers get flipped when I start to flip
Slip in a clip when they die I dip
Still spray a gun, see how DJ Run
Leave a sucker stunned, gettin ill to the drum
Mic check and I wreck and I'm second to none
Accept it don't regret it I expect to get dumb
So don't you forget this, we'll put you on the hitlist
to stick ya stick ya wicked wickedest can I get a witness
[Chorus]
run dmc - can i get it, yo
[Run]
Can I get this?
Now DJ Run I run amuck and run to hit this
"Hit it Run!" My name is Joe I need hoe
Can I get a witness (HOE!)
And when I come you're lookin dumb
You say who did this (DID THIS) did this (DID THIS)
Face you're lookin dumb on, hum could you HUM ON
Beats are droppin now and what and why and when and how
Drop it come on, come on, I got some on, my TIP
Get me up and goin for the vickie vickie VICK
Beefin through your teeth and what you see is what you GET
Suckers what you lack is what you lickie lickie LICK
Now off into esophagus that be coughin out a rhyme
Now some are dumb make fun of dem but Run and dem be kind
So come on, come on, got you swingin on my BO
Suckers seek my facial but you see I lay you LOW
I flow (FLOW) you know (KNOW) a pro (PRO) and so (SO)
Let me get a hoe on the down-low "God damn!!"
Ah can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
[D.M.C.]
It's like that y'all (THAT Y'ALL)
It's like that y'all (THAT Y'ALL)
My name is Darryl Mac and I'm fat y'all (FAT Y'ALL)
Back one more time [time] here to get mine [mine]
Fresh in the flesh with the hardcore rhymes (RHYMES)
Me, D.M.C. (Cee) the only MC (cee)
Rock shock the house and I'm still cock-dee (DEE)
Brothers know my style (STYLE) D. Mac buckwild (WILD)
You wonder where I've been? I've been gone for a while (WHILE)
Back to attack [tack] the wick-wick-wack (WACK)
Me Darryl Mac [Mac] suckers on my BOZACK
Down with Run [Run] so don't act stunned [stunned]
Run-D.M.C., shootin like a SHOTGUN (BOOM!)
In effect, cause I'm still rulin
"I'm the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING," and I'm still coolin
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
C-can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
[Jam Master Jay]
My name is Jay, the Jam Master, gettin loose
Tupac had some, but now I got the _Juice_
I'm gettin stupid, you wonder why I'm ill?
Cause I've been around, and still got these skills
* Jay cuts "one one one" * two mic check gettin wreck
A real street nigga, so yo show respect
I make you wanna JUMP JUMP around wicked
Run-D.M.C., and Jam Master kickin it
with the flow that's slow cause I'm good to go
Still rock a show, gettin dough, and aiyyo (aiyyo)
straight from Hollis, Queens, yeah you heard me
"Jayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Peace, arreviderci
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
[Run]
Still the King of Rock, hoe around the tick-tock
Rappers sweatin Joseph Simmons, ever since I dropped _Rock Box_
Multiplatinum, waxin em while I'm maxin em
"Who's House?" God's House, so chill while I'm taxin em
[D.M.C.]
Rappers poppin mad smack, about the King of Rap
Ten million sold, SEVEN DIGIT CONTRACT
[Run]
JMJ, gettin busy on the crossfader
Beats hardcore, diesel like the Schwarzeneggar
[Parrish] Respect the black crown
[Sermon] Sounds underground
[D.M.C.] Any stage they built
[Joseph] Run tore it down!
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
[Jam Master Jay cuts "God damn!"]
run dmc - can you rock it like this
If I eat, a little kid, sticks his finger in my plate
I be signing autographs, for three months straight
I got jet-set women, who offer me favors
My face is a thousand lipstick flavors
Need a sip of lemonade, I'm a slave to my trade
From all these lights my complexion might fade
Secretary overworked, by a money hungry jerk
Got a letter, answer woman, won't you freak out on my shirt?
Well can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Huh!! *echoes*
Your ears are clogged, your head as hard as a log
My privacy robbed, let me do my job
You funny lookin slob eatin shiskabob
You're the reason why my eyes are on the doorknob
Can you rock it like this? I think I rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that
I'm straining not complaining for a casual life
Something normal nuttin formal three kids and a wife
I'm dying from the spying that you're putting me through
I perspire I'm on fire when I'm thinking of you
But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Well can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Huh!! *echoes*
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Huh!! *echoes*
News reporters, invade my borders
If I think it I will say it, you might have a recorder
And then, UHH-OHH, the nation's in upheaval
Old dating always thinking at me evil
You're stepping on my heels, you're breathing down my neck
I'm not Rodney Dangerfield, so give me respect
Can you rock it like this? I-I can rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? Yo I can rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Hu-Huh-Huh!! *echoes*
What it all adds up to, is just one thing
Run-D.M.C is, the king of the swing
And if you mess with us, you'll be a real short liver
You may be big but our bodyguard's bigger *echoes*
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that *echoes*
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that *echoes*
run dmc - christmas in hollis
Run:
It was December 24th on Hollis Ave in the dark
When I see a man chilling with his dog in the park
I approached very slowly with my heart full of fear
Looked at his dog, oh my God, an ill reindeer
But then I was illin because the man had a beard
And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared
So I turned my head a second and the man had gone
But he left his driver's wallet smack dead on the lawn
I picket the wallet up then I took a pause
Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus"
A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's
Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right
So I'm going home to mail it back to him that night
But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree
Was a letter from Santa and all the dough was for me
D.M.C. :
It's Christmas time in Hollis Queens
Mom's cooking chicken and collard greens
Rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese
And Santa put gifts under Christmas trees
Decorate the house with lights at night
Snow's on the ground, snow white so bright
In the fireplace is the yule log
Beneath the mistle toe as we drink egg nog
The rhymes you hear are the rhymes of Darryl's
But each and every year we bust Chrsitmas carrols
(Christmas melodies)
Run-D.M.C. :
Rhymes so loud and prod you hear it
It's Christmas time and we got the spirit
Jack Frost chillin, the ?orchas out?
And that's what Christmas is all about
The time is now, the place is here
And the whole wide world is filled with cheer
D.M.C. :
My name's D.M.C. with the mic in my hand
And I'm chilling and coolin just like a snowman
So open your eyes, lend us an ear
We want to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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