EPMD

EPMD - Cummin' At Cha lyrics

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Verse One: Erick Sermon
 Yes  return the last dragon  balls of fire
 Back to attack  and sharp like barbed wire
 The ruff rugged male human black alien
 My style's  foreign  compared to an Israelian
 I rock  and shock a new style
 Hardcore's the profile  I bust a cap for the buckwild
 I'm back in effect  how's that?
 I'm not Teddy Riley but I'm swingin like a New Jack
 You know me so yo check my flow G
 I rock 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
 And for your information...
 I found wack MC's camps and do em like Jason
 Yeah, doyouknow what they call me?
 E Double who raps off the walls see
 I work out, yeah I do my fitness
 So I can find a mistress, while I'm in the business
 A gold digger, with the hourglass figure (why?)
 'I'm feelin sad,' damn nigga!
 Now I'm rockin the house with Das EFX
 *They want EFX*, yeah some live effects
 M.D. got my back, so I'm goin for mine
 So watch it, or pop pop pop goes my nine
 Verse Two: Parrish Smith
 Here we here we go... (who?) slow flow so watch the head blow
 No rules in the rap game, I'm throwin elbows
 (The name) Mic Doc (say what?) this is hip-hop
 Roll with the Hit Squad, stomp like the Go-Bots
 (Shiggedy shots bust) Parrish Smith rocks the spot
 Pumps em off the block, hits because my tune knocks
 Tower down over suckers next is Das EFX
 (Biggedy mic check um, one two check uhh
 I think I wann rock it M.D.) OK Drayz bet
 Time to exit, yo, so I'm out there
 If you want me you can find me at the crib
 Still gettin mine rippin rhymes on the mainline
 Don't play me or pop goes the nine
 Verse Three: Drayz, Skoob
 Biggedy bang yowza, higgedy howabout a mic wrecker
 I biggedy break a back, I'm black and I can Decker
 Nigga, ya figgedy figure the, way I kick it
 I'm dashin, I stiggedy stuck Johnny for his Cash and
 I trashed him, I miggedy made the bastard look sloppy
 Copy, I pack a nine if you try to stop me
 Niggedy I'm the bungle, I'm swingin it from the left so tell the Chef
 Boy-ar-dee's niggaz nice, and plus I'm def
 Tiggedy take your life asthma, the jibbedy jibber jabber ruff rapper
 I wreck it then I step like a ladder
 So add a, niggedy nother page into my rap book
 I strike like, the weapon or a mother at the crack book
 I giggedy give a fender, figgedy bender, to a tender, roni
 Lik umm, Chachi, then Joni
 She'll stagger, when I move my lips like Mick Jagger
 She'll go goo-goo, gah-gah, they call me Ali Baba
 The jibbedy jibber jabber, jibbedy jibber jabber, jaw
 Riggedy wreck it quick and get, raw
 I'm thiggedy throwin the slang, like a boomer-rang
 Kill the rumor, bang, I steal a show like I used to steal Puma's
 Then I rock it, a topic from the sewer or the trash can
 I'm niggedy not the video game, but I'm like Pac Man
 I'm slick right, I got more Dick than Van Dyke
 Liggedy let the nines clap, cause I'm back to the Manpike
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records, Def Jam Recordings, UMe

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

Appearing on: Business Never Personal (1992)

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