Bài hát It’s Going Down Báo Lỗi

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Get on down [x3]


[Verse One: Erick Sermon]


Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose

Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots

Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump

My posse's thick, so I will never get jumped

The slayer, a beast from the east, I'm psycho

If I had a glove, I would be Bad as Michael

Some say, yo, I sound rugged

Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap

A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker

A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar

Smokin, the E's no jokin, so don't trip or flip

And make a hit, so bust it

Some ain't feel the way I do when I get wreck

No half steppin, I kick back like a weapon

On the microphone, I delight

And groovy, a California quake couldn't move me


Get on down [x4]

It's going down [x2]


[Verse Two: PMD]


No lights, no camera, but lots of action

No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson

Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop

State to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot

Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic

black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static

EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground

Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown

The Squad still in effect, no record skippin

Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin

Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack

Here's a ticket kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak

Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks

From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette

But now I'm Swayze, ghost, the rap host

Who rip shows, from coast to coast