Текст песни
(To the beat y'all)
Ah, yeah
(Ya don't stop, ya don't stop)
Sound good to me
This sound hard, somethin funky people gon' dance to
Give the record a second and a chance to
Hittin' people like a scene of amazement
While they slippin' back my feet is planted in the pavement
Crumble, I can never do
So now I'm lookin' dead at you
What are you gonna do?
You listen to the knowledge of a scholar
You say, "Hi Breed", tell 'em how I holler
I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name
Straight up good game, peeps all game
I'm like a rhino runnin' through the roughest pack
They figure I'm a trigga happy nigga, so they step back
Breed, the microphonist
Boot last the longest
The noose's the strongest
It ain't a game, that's plain to see
You listen to the sounds of Breed (and the DFC)
(To the beat y'all, and ya don't stop)
(To the beat y'all, and ya don't stop)
There ain't no future in your frontin'
(To the beat y'all, and ya don't stop)
(To the beat y'all)
I never got caught with a kilo
And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo
Servin in a Cherokee or maybe it's a G.O
Black-on-black Benzo, I get it at (?)
Never have to worry bout my posse gettin' jumped
'Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk
'Cause we don't go for playin', when I play go grab a ball
When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin', not at all
'Cause I clock ten g's a week boomin' at my peak
Always seek E sober, but I do get geeked
I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty
Meet your homeboy Marty at a B.O.B. party
Takin over, barkin' like a dog named Rover (woof)
I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover
They're bitin' lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras
So now they sayin, "Eric Breed is gettin over" (and to the beat, y'all)
There ain't no future in your frontin'
Ha, ha, ha (to the beat, y'all)