People say scoob is annoying but listen to his lyrics and they are really good and clever and also he's something different as the others tend to sound similar
Hiphop pioneer Big Daddy Kane not only change how MC’s rhythm back in the 80’s, he also influenced a new generation of rappers. Big Daddy Kane gave birth to some of the dopest Hiphop Artists in rap history. There would be no Biggie, Jay Z, or Pusher T. without Kane. Show and Prove...
I used to work in a restaurant and I was surprised to see ODB came to dine in. He ordered a steak and when I asked how he would like it prepared, he said, 'Oh Baby, I Like It RAWWW!'
by far bdk's best song scoob b pullin some sik rhymes nd these r the best bars iv heard jay z pull nd those of u sayin shyheim suks nd sounds annoyin he pulls sik raps nd hes only 15 when this was recorded nd this is defz 1 of dj premieres best produced beats
Ya, I found this song on a bdk exploration but definitely madddd credit to shyheim and sauce. they fucken killed it. and i hate jayz as a person but "I'm the cocky breed, dope like poppy seed" OWWWW
[Scratches: DJ Premier] Bust a move, we show and prove [Verse 1: Scoob] Ha ha, hey hey, laugh now nigga My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield So bring your grip or you can think twice Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket I cut hair and you still can't get no part You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playing cards But if I got beef then it's time for code red My gun is like a ho, it be taking mad niggas to bed So hurry up and skedaddle Even if you join the army, you still couldn't battle So where you from? England, you somebody great? You burning Scoob, "I don't think so mate" I got the style that get you open like a bag of smoke I'll have your friends saying "Ah man, that shit is dope" Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone And play like E.T. and phone your black ass home Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groove Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove [Verse 2: Sauce] Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder How you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic NBA style, fantastic No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed cause I like to grab my dick with my right Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play Win lose or draw, I'm booking whores, anyway As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie If I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty Sucking and lucking, hey, niggas I'm ducking, nay Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way Rappers get gassed come on and get fast Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass One line and that's fear Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear So Shyheim, if you're down with the groove Get on the mic it's time to show and prove [Verse 3: Shyheim] I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger So check me out, as I flip this here track kid And make mad noise like a Metallica record I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killing When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia If your shit stinks I'mma flush ya, then bust ya Like a crazy man from Cali son My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what? You know my style, I put the F in effin foul The Rugged Child lock shit down like Rikers Isle And got more girls than a trailer load with Shabba More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove [Verse 4: Big Daddy Kane] Now tell me who is the man? With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand And stepping to me, thinking I can be touched? Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it I come for your title kid, run it! Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit Ahh yeah, that's that shit Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia That'll dethrone ya, scorn ya, joan ya, I tried to warn ya You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia What I just shown ya, real lyrics doggone ya Look inside my rap book at every text my man And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican The Messiah that's feared great, leaving rappers in a weird state Scared straight, for their prepared fate Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant So well in it with every single element And competition gets none If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run I see the way you're trying to get to me But with that speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with The non-resistable, non-competible No No No I'm not saying I'm the best I'm just saying I'm fucking incredible And let's just make one more thing understood That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow Get on the mic it's time to show and prove [Verse 5: JAY-Z] One checking it two, checking it three Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z Aight G! I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD And these nuts if you rappers trying to see me I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow I've been in it running a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggas can't fuck with The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid And ain't no eating me up, you fast fuckin with jigga I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed I live one rent from besides that be Between get off my dick and stop jockin me When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound I know you loving the way it's, goin down baby So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya Get on the mic and show and prove [Verse 6: Ol Dirty Bastard] Come on Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm Rain on your college ass, disco dorm Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit Because the way that I dress this style mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!" Whether at a party or just in bed All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?" I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know She says "Go ask your goddamn father!" It's all about me in the place to be Niggas think they all that, yo, that shit is G Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame How many enemies wanna claim the name Of Ason, who carries on like a manager Yo! Sounds fly, right? Danger!!!
sauce money used to ghost write lyrics for others so there ya go! and shyheim the rugged child was still just a little 14yo kid that was rollin' with the wu-tang. he and ghostface are related.
I feel bad being born in 1980 and having only heard this for the first time in 2017. Back in the early and mid 90s, in the Bay Area, we only rocked with west coast music. We shunned east coast music like the plague. The ONLY east coast artists that got love out here were Outkast, Wu-Tang and BIG.
[Verse 1: Scoob] Ha ha, hey hey, laugh now nigga My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield So bring your grip or you can think twice Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket I cut hair and you still can't get no part You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playing cards But if I got beef then it's time for code red My gun is like a ho, it be taking mad niggas to bed So hurry up and skedaddle Even if you join the army, you still couldn't battle So where you from? England, you somebody great? You burning Scoob, "I don't think so mate" I got the style that get you open like a bag of smoke I'll have your friends saying "Ah man, that shit is dope" Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone And play like E.T. and phone your black ass home Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groove Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove [Verse 2: Sauce] Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder How you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic NBA style, fantastic No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed cause I like to grab my dick with my right Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play Win lose or draw, I'm booking whores, anyway As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie If I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty Sucking and lucking, hey, niggas I'm ducking, nay Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way Rappers get gassed come on and get fast Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass One line and that's fear Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear So Shyheim, if you're down with the groove Get on the mic it's time to show and prove [Verse 3: Shyheim] I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger So check me out, as I flip this here track kid And make mad noise like a Metallica record I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killing When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia If your shit stinks I'mma flush ya, then bust ya Like a crazy man from Cali son My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what? You know my style, I put the F in effin foul The Rugged Child lock shit down like Rikers Isle And got more girls than a trailer load with Shabba More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove [Verse 4: Big Daddy Kane] Now tell me who is the man? With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand And stepping to me, thinking I can be touched? Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it I come for your title kid, run it! Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit Ahh yeah, that's that shit Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia That'll dethrone ya, scorn ya, joan ya, I tried to warn ya You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia What I just shown ya, real lyrics doggone ya Look inside my rap book at every text my man And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican The Messiah that's feared great, leaving rappers in a weird state Scared straight, for their prepared fate Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant So well in it with every single element And competition gets none If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run I see the way you're trying to get to me But with that speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with The non-resistable, non-competible No No No I'm not saying I'm the best I'm just saying I'm fucking incredible And let's just make one more thing understood That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow Get on the mic it's time to show and prove [Verse 5: Jay-Z] One checking it two, checking it three Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z Aight G! I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD And these nuts if you rappers trying to see me I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow I've been in it running a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggas can't fuck with The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid And ain't no eating me up, you fast fuckin with jigga I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed I live one rent from besides that be Between get off my dick and stop jockin me When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound I know you loving the way it's, goin down baby So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya Get on the mic and show and prove [Verse 6: Ol Dirty Bastard] Come on Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm Rain on your college ass, disco dorm Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit Because the way that I dress this style mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!" Whether at a party or just in bed All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?" I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know She says "Go ask your goddamn father!" It's all about me in the place to be Niggas think they all that, yo, that shit is G Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame How many enemies wanna claim the name Of Ason, who carries on like a manager Yo! Sounds fly, right? Danger!!!
"On the Bugged Tip" from Kane's 1st album; "Pimpin' Ain't Easy" from the 2nd; "Here Comes Kane Scoob Scrap" and "Chocolate City" on the 5th. This was long before he changed his voice up to sound like B-Real. Don't know what the fuck he was thinking.
i like scoob more than i like b real. more interesting. not an awesome lyricist but eh id like to hear more from him but i cant find any of his shit anywhere
lol scoob and his brother scrap were kane's dancers! they were both featured on kane's posse cuts plus had an own record out as scoob and scrab lover called non-stop.
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield So bring your grip or you can think twice 'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket I cut hand, you still can't get no cards You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin cards But if I got beef and it's time for code red My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed So hurry up and skedaddle Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle So where you from? England, you somebody great? You burnin Scoob, "I don't think so mate" I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope" Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic N. B. A. style, fantastic No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed 'Cause I like, to grab my dick with my right Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play Win, lose or draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie if I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I'm duckin, nay Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way Rappers get gassed come on and get fast Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass One line and that's fear Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear So Shyheim, if your down with the groove Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Yo, yo I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger So check me out, as I flip this here track kid And make mad noise like a Metallica record I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin' when I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted 'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya Like a crazy man from Cali son My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what? You know my style, I put the F in effin foul The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Now tell me whoooo is the man? With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? Huh Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it I come for your title kid, run it! Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit Ahh yeah, that's that shit Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya Look inside my rap book at every text my man and see that I got, more essays than the Mexican The Messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state Scared straight, for their prepared fate Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant So well in it with every single element And competition gets none! Huh If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run I see the way you're trying to get to me, but with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with The non-resistible, non-competible No, No I'm not sayin' I'm the best, I'm just sayin' I'm fuckin' incredible! And let's just make one more thing understood That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three Check out the J, check out the A, check out the why, check out the Z Hey G! I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed I live one rent from besides that be between get off my dick and stop jockin me When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya Get on the mic and show and prove Come on Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm Rain on your college ass, disco dorm Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget You couldn't get a FLICK, of the hype outfit Because the way that I dress this style mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream "ow!" Whether at a party or just in bed All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?" I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know she says "go ask your God damned father!" It's all about me in the place to be Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame How many enemies want to claim the name Of Ason, who carries on like a manager Yo! Sounds fly right? Danger!!!
Videos Images News Shopping Books Maps Flights Finance All filters Search Results Show & Prove / Lyrics Main results Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield So bring your grip or you can think twice 'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket I cut hand, you still can't get no cards You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin cards But if I got beef and it's time for code red My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed So hurry up and skedaddle Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle So where you from? England, you somebody great? You burnin Scoob, "I don't think so mate" I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope" Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic N. B. A. style, fantastic No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed 'Cause I like, to grab my dick with my right Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play Win, lose or draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie if I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I'm duckin, nay Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way Rappers get gassed come on and get fast Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass One line and that's fear Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear So Shyheim, if your down with the groove Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Yo, yo I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger So check me out, as I flip this here track kid And make mad noise like a Metallica record I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin' when I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted 'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya Like a crazy man from Cali son My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what? You know my style, I put the F in effin foul The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Now tell me whoooo is the man? With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? Huh Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it I come for your title kid, run it! Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit Ahh yeah, that's that shit Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya Look inside my rap book at every text my man and see that I got, more essays than the Mexican The Messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state Scared straight, for their prepared fate Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant So well in it with every single element And competition gets none! Huh If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run I see the way you're trying to get to me, but with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with The non-resistible, non-competible No, No I'm not sayin' I'm the best, I'm just sayin' I'm fuckin' incredible! And let's just make one more thing understood That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three Check out the J, check out the A, check out the why, check out the Z Hey G! I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed I live one rent from besides that be between get off my dick and stop jockin me When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya Get on the mic and show and prove Come on Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm Rain on your college ass, disco dorm Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget You couldn't get a FLICK, of the hype outfit Because the way that I dress this style mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream "ow!" Whether at a party or just in bed All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?" I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know she says "go ask your God damned father!" It's all about me in the place to be Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame How many enemies want to claim the name Of Ason, who carries on like a manager Yo! Sounds fly right? Danger!!!
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At 5:43 Blazhay Blazhay --- Danger!!!
One Of Preemo's Tracks No One Rarely Speaks About..
Posse cuts like this is what makes Hip-Hop 💪💪
Sauce money is doope, very underrated.. He made his money ghost writing. And did I say.. He niiice.. Don't sleep
Love that bassline
Some funky 70s pimp walk music
People say scoob is annoying but listen to his lyrics and they are really good and clever and also he's something different as the others tend to sound similar
Really?? His voice is what I like the most about him
@@williamcapone5457 same I love it and the bars were slick too
I be on that ass like bugs on a windshield line was hard af
Big daddy Kane is so underrated, one of the best to ever do it
How about shyheim! HE KILLED IT
The Rugged Child!
this is real hiphop...
No shit
N’ Then Some. Dope!
wuuuuuuuuu tanG! killaaaaaaaa beeEeEeEzzz on the swaaaaarm! goosebumps all the way !!!!
Hiphop pioneer Big Daddy Kane not only change how MC’s rhythm back in the 80’s, he also influenced a new generation of rappers. Big Daddy Kane gave birth to some of the dopest Hiphop Artists in rap history. There would be no Biggie, Jay Z, or Pusher T. without Kane. Show and Prove...
I used to work in a restaurant and I was surprised to see ODB came to dine in. He ordered a steak and when I asked how he would like it prepared, he said, 'Oh Baby, I Like It RAWWW!'
I know I'm 7 years late but lmao
Happy bday Kane.. Virgo season sure is in effect 💯
@dOPeCLash87 no the first verse is performed by Big Scoob, and i really like him ^^
One checking it two, checking it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z
Aight G!
They all killed this train man... all of em
Shyheim n JayZ ,odb shined on this.
"Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget,
You couldn't get a flick of the hype I get"
JayZ seems hyped with this Cyper! His intro seems his really excited thats it his turn hahahha love it
Fuck that turn up shit now-a-days. This was REAL turn up in the club back in the 90s.
"not even Michael Jordan would gamble that much" ??? LOL DAMN he went in !
daddy Kane Ripped dat soooo hard. Soooo sick flow omfg
Slick Rick Bust The Flow We Show And Prove
This is the track that got me into Kane, still hilarious and finessed today
One of the best rap songs I've heard.
Tell me whooooo is tha maaaan! Big Daddy and ODB i'd say!
F--king Classic. Thanks man
That real hip hop!
he still has it... he dumb down his flow to double his dollars
🤘2020🤘
Slippery when wet and dont you ever forget! ODB's verse was Epic!!!!
Still DOPE...
what?! O.o shyheim was one of the best
by far bdk's best song scoob b pullin some sik rhymes nd these r the best bars iv heard jay z pull nd those of u sayin shyheim suks nd sounds annoyin he pulls sik raps nd hes only 15 when this was recorded nd this is defz 1 of dj premieres best produced beats
Faaaannntaasstic!
@zunez0rz he sounds like Big L channeling Das EFX
niceeeee
2021.Here we go
Readin all these comments, no ones talkin bout Sauce Money.😂😂😂
Ya, I found this song on a bdk exploration but definitely madddd credit to shyheim and sauce. they fucken killed it. and i hate jayz as a person but "I'm the cocky breed, dope like poppy seed" OWWWW
His flow was fucking brutal
If ya ever need to wonda how ya got dope like source one.. ya didn't do it
i agree with you that jay is still good, but he was much better back in the day...compared to his stuff now
fucking hell!! Never heard JayZ this early WOAH!!!!!!!
One of my fav song 🔥
Shyheim got that 1ne
BDK was some untouchable material
the beat and the lyrics are too much
Oh so scoob is scoob lover, Kane's dancer?
3:40 BDK predicted the future of rap lol
LOL
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
Bust a move, we show and prove
[Verse 1: Scoob]
Ha ha, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hair and you still can't get no part
You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playing cards
But if I got beef then it's time for code red
My gun is like a ho, it be taking mad niggas to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join the army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from? England, you somebody great?
You burning Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
I got the style that get you open like a bag of smoke
I'll have your friends saying "Ah man, that shit is dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
And play like E.T. and phone your black ass home
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
[Verse 2: Sauce]
Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
How you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it
I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
NBA style, fantastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight
I write left-handed cause I like to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play
Win lose or draw, I'm booking whores, anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie
If I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty
Sucking and lucking, hey, niggas I'm ducking, nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if you're down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
[Verse 3: Shyheim]
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record
I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killing
When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'mma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son
My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in effin foul
The Rugged Child lock shit down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a trailer load with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
[Verse 4: Big Daddy Kane]
Now tell me who is the man?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And stepping to me, thinking I can be touched?
Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
Ahh yeah, that's that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That'll dethrone ya, scorn ya, joan ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What I just shown ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leaving rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run
I see the way you're trying to get to me
But with that speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with
The non-resistable, non-competible
No No No I'm not saying I'm the best
I'm just saying I'm fucking incredible
And let's just make one more thing understood
That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
[Verse 5: JAY-Z]
One checking it two, checking it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z
Aight G!
I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers trying to see me
I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it running a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggas can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eating me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
Between get off my dick and stop jockin me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound
I know you loving the way it's, goin down baby
So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove
[Verse 6: Ol Dirty Bastard]
Come on
Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit
Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!"
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head
Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know
She says "Go ask your goddamn father!"
It's all about me in the place to be
Niggas think they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
Yo! Sounds fly, right?
Danger!!!
Anybody else notice the similarity with Kanes, voice and flow on the Ammonia rhyme scheme with Loaded Lux's Ammonia bars on his Flex freestyle
A little after the golden era of hiphop.
Slick Rick Back Ground
Sauce Money sounds like Nas lol. And Shyheim was low key mvp imo. idefk who that was but it was tiiiight
He's sounds a bit like method man
sauce money used to ghost write lyrics for others so there ya go!
and shyheim the rugged child was still just a little 14yo kid that was rollin' with the wu-tang.
he and ghostface are related.
He also sounds like Raekwon
Shyheim interview with vlad brought me here💯✊🏻
Yo was big daddy kane going at kool g rap????????
I feel bad being born in 1980 and having only heard this for the first time in 2017. Back in the early and mid 90s, in the Bay Area, we only rocked with west coast music. We shunned east coast music like the plague. The ONLY east coast artists that got love out here were Outkast, Wu-Tang and BIG.
I actually like Big Scoobs verse low key even though he sounds animated
@Drift1991 i think it says "I got more rhymes than a 5 pound bag got(of) rice"
Scoob is the old school JID
FUCK ME, Kane kills it on this track :)
Shyheim!!! S.I.
who's the first rapper? big scoob? it sounds like Eminem jacked his style.
Big Scoob
Robert Albalos I like Eminem way more
he sounds more like B-Real from Cypress Hill
Scoob is sick I can’t find hardly any of his work though
Jovan Parker facts
RIP Dirty
👑2021👑
Hov got the illest flow by farrrrrrrrr
Pshh he's a scrub that can rap decently when he's near other good artists to feed off of. You trippin
odb and shyheim best here
BDK one of the GOATS, but ODB on this is bananas
Jay z made first billionaire rapper today!
nah his rhymes are way deeper then it was then by far
[Verse 1: Scoob]
Ha ha, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hair and you still can't get no part
You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playing cards
But if I got beef then it's time for code red
My gun is like a ho, it be taking mad niggas to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join the army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from? England, you somebody great?
You burning Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
I got the style that get you open like a bag of smoke
I'll have your friends saying "Ah man, that shit is dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
And play like E.T. and phone your black ass home
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
[Verse 2: Sauce]
Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
How you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it
I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
NBA style, fantastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight
I write left-handed cause I like to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play
Win lose or draw, I'm booking whores, anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie
If I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty
Sucking and lucking, hey, niggas I'm ducking, nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if you're down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
[Verse 3: Shyheim]
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record
I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killing
When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'mma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son
My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in effin foul
The Rugged Child lock shit down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a trailer load with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
[Verse 4: Big Daddy Kane]
Now tell me who is the man?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And stepping to me, thinking I can be touched?
Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
Ahh yeah, that's that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That'll dethrone ya, scorn ya, joan ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What I just shown ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leaving rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run
I see the way you're trying to get to me
But with that speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with
The non-resistable, non-competible
No No No I'm not saying I'm the best
I'm just saying I'm fucking incredible
And let's just make one more thing understood
That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
[Verse 5: Jay-Z]
One checking it two, checking it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z
Aight G!
I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers trying to see me
I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it running a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggas can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eating me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
Between get off my dick and stop jockin me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound
I know you loving the way it's, goin down baby
So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove
[Verse 6: Ol Dirty Bastard]
Come on
Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit
Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!"
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head
Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know
She says "Go ask your goddamn father!"
It's all about me in the place to be
Niggas think they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
Yo! Sounds fly, right?
Danger!!!
Who knew Adam Sandler had such fire lyrics. lol im jk
:)
🤣😂🤣😂
Sauce and Jigga
apart from this and BDK's Brooklyn Style is Scoob on any other tracks???
"On the Bugged Tip" from Kane's 1st album; "Pimpin' Ain't Easy" from the 2nd; "Here Comes Kane Scoob Scrap" and "Chocolate City" on the 5th. This was long before he changed his voice up to sound like B-Real. Don't know what the fuck he was thinking.
jay-z killed everyone on this song...thats why he is one of the greatest
Jesse Clifton you sound stupid Kane had the best verse by far
i like scoob more than i like b real. more interesting. not an awesome lyricist but eh id like to hear more from him but i cant find any of his shit anywhere
I believe he's Kanes real brother.
lol scoob and his brother scrap were kane's dancers!
they were both featured on kane's posse cuts plus had an own record out as scoob and scrab lover called non-stop.
@@andrewbintang4591 Yeah that's what i meant to say
Back when real words turn into rap
jay-z's best verse
Shyheim and Jigga
Jay-Z sure doesn't flow like this anymore.
He could but he doesn't want...for sure
Big Jaz influences...
It's sad how people just lose their wild style once they get a recording deal.
@@Ace-lx6nd not even jay z can diversify his styles like God damn can rappers rap in different styles without saying someone sold out
Yo that's what I was thinking dude turned his back on his style not that his modern flow is wack but it don't step to this one displayed
You rapped like the fu schnickens
@dOPeCLash87 lol no, the first part is Scoob Lover
@mattsena0 big daddy kane, Pimpin aint easy
Shyheim got that 1, considering that Big Daddy Kane, Jay-Z & ODB went after him, that's saying something
can anyone tell me a name of another song scoob is in? i cant find anything else anywhere
Kane put jay z on.
non-stop
m.ruclips.net/video/6cQbZhwEfOo/видео.html
here comes kane, scoob and scrap
m.ruclips.net/video/-2Y0KMVImrs/видео.html
Jay-z first gig at a legit song....this sounds nice
So, he called you Baby? :)
Who has tht really high voice?
+Ryan Duff shyheim he was really young in '94 you know (shyheim is the 3rd guy rapping)
na he might be talking bout scoob
+Pepe Is Life the first guy
yeah could be
the one who sounds like a bitch? thats jay z
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin cards
But if I got beef and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from? England, you somebody great?
You burnin Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it
I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N. B. A. style, fantastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
'Cause I like, to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play
Win, lose or draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie
if I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I'm duckin, nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record
I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin'
when I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son
My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in effin foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Now tell me whoooo is the man?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? Huh
Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
Ahh yeah, that's that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
and see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run
I see the way you're trying to get to me,
but with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with
The non-resistible, non-competible
No, No I'm not sayin' I'm the best, I'm just sayin' I'm fuckin' incredible!
And let's just make one more thing understood
That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the why, check out the Z
Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick and stop jockin me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound
I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby
So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove
Come on
Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a FLICK, of the hype outfit
Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream "ow!"
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head
Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know
she says "go ask your God damned father!"
It's all about me in the place to be
Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies want to claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
Yo! Sounds fly right? Danger!!!
Is this the same Big Scoob that's signed with Strange Music?
Jacob Unger No not the same person
@mattsena0 pimpin aint easy
the way jay z came up
... this jay z verse was nice but had none of jay z 's legendary historical & philosophical references, triple entendres
scoob wasn't rapping in this silly voice always, what the fuck.
ODB was awesome though. DANGER! blahzay blahzay sampled that haha
Throne*
R.I.P ODB But Damn Dis Dude NEva Made Sense In ANY Of His Rhymes HE Fucked Dis Whole song Up
ASHTREFISHER if u break down his shit there a method to the madness
could have done without scoob and shyheims verses, but the rest of ths song is sick
I thought Jay-Z was Big L 🤔
@mattsena0 don't do it to yourself
Jay was sick back then. What happened?
Never really liked Scoob though. Reckon he kinda ruined a few of the tracks on this album.
Scoob is annoying but the rest is beyond godlike.
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Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin cards
But if I got beef and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from? England, you somebody great?
You burnin Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it
I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N. B. A. style, fantastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
'Cause I like, to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play
Win, lose or draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie
if I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I'm duckin, nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record
I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin'
when I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son
My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in effin foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Now tell me whoooo is the man?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? Huh
Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
Ahh yeah, that's that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
and see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run
I see the way you're trying to get to me,
but with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with
The non-resistible, non-competible
No, No I'm not sayin' I'm the best, I'm just sayin' I'm fuckin' incredible!
And let's just make one more thing understood
That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the why, check out the Z
Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick and stop jockin me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound
I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby
So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove
Come on
Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a FLICK, of the hype outfit
Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream "ow!"
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head
Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know
she says "go ask your God damned father!"
It's all about me in the place to be
Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies want to claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
Yo! Sounds fly right? Danger!!!
Jay z lost it so badly, hes terrible now
Spliffio woahwoahwoahwoah