Fall Back (feat. Kool G Rap)

歌詞

(L) Yeah, check this shit out (K) Kool G. Rap and my dog Big L (K) Holdin it di-down, ya heard? (Big L) Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new song If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong Clown niggaz, you ain't got a chance at all Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all I make moves and boss all across the world so don't be upset if I toss your girl I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low Bitches sweat me wherever I go I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier specs Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the Mets Throwin the dice and takin all size bets Never bummy; sip rummy, get money When I hit honies you felt the dick in her tummy On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O - what? Chorus: Kool G. Rap Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at All of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at (Kool G. Rap) Yo, from the spot to the cellblocks Hot as hell blocks where shells pop Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots Niggaz turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop New York livin, got a nigga four-fifth limpin Send you as a gift to the mortician if you forfeit livin - my fortune is forbidden I say it one time before spittin then I leave your forehead drippin I laid low then came back for more bread grippin More thread flippin More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape loose Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose Blow the feathers out of your Nordface goose It's G. Rap comin back with a click of brave troops Have y'all niggaz runnin for homebase like Babe Ruth Have you holdin holes in your body like you play flute Lay you down til you get found up in the sprayed Coupe Prepare for the takeover - give you the face makeover the seedier row and sheet draped over Be found on the block with the street taped over or comin out of deep coma, your speech made slower Corona Queens shakedown; I'm comin with the nickel-plate pound to trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town Lacin it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin the crown ya heard? Chorus 2X (Kool G. Rap) Yo Kool G. Rap, holdin it down with the hazardous Big L Knahmean? {*echoes*}