Lyrics:
Smif-n-Wessun, Boot Camp taught me the meaning of shine
I was banging Big L, Screwball, and Cormega
Lost Boyz, DMX, of course Jigga
The L.O.X. had me wilding out
n Wessun
These jams deafen constantly condescending
I'll probably be in armageddon off the resin
Deion Sanders high stepping
Giving lessons on how
Had my dick rock solid first time I fired
Had a sis that was solid, Smif N Wessun medallion
Only fuck with professionals and kids with thousands
bażanty
JWP, Smif N Wessun i doczekał się świat
Najlepszy rap, tego chcecie
Jestem jak lekarz dla mas
Wbijam do labu i jest opór rap
Z moją brygadą
by
Where the Mets play queens connection
G-O-D be my reflection in the beamer flexing
Sliding through Medina bumping Smif-N Wessun
Bitch perfection
Had my dick rock solid first time I fired
Had a sis that was solid, Smif N Wessun medallion
Only fuck with professionals and kids with thousands
the vibe, it's live in my session, here's a lesson
Indians bucking down like Smif-n-Wessun
I'm the step-son
My blood is boiling hard, cause an erection
irrational
A jack ass too act new I'm a smack you
Ask who clapped? Just Smif-N
Wessun that's who
Yeah! I need you to feel me
Without hands on this one (DON'T
Brooklyn, fuck that, crackers, where my nuts at?
You get bucked at, crew you 'fore I Dutch hat
I smoke 'Cocoa Brova', stay with a 'Smif-N-Wessun'
Skip J in
That's underground
Freddie Foxxx, Blackalicious, Kweli
M.O.P., Gangstarr that's underground
Mad lion, Smif-n-Wessun, Buckshot
Armageddeon T.S. That's
Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck
of Brand Nubian and Smif-N-Wessun
(Old School)
Diggin' in the crates
For Kool Moe Dee, Melle Mel, and Masta Ace
No limit when you ride or die
P make 'em say,
Smif n Wessun
Czasami znając drogę nieustannie błądzisz
Czasami dzielisz ludzi prawdą by ich łączyć
Nie zawsze grzech na duszy całe życie ciąży
Nieważne
or ya face smacked
And my black Smif-N-Wessun, that'll show me foldin'
Now who want come and test the champion, boot camp'ion' soldier
Will all true
time, we could build so many stories like a high-rise
You by my side
Like a Smif-N-Wessun, and Mary J. Blige
You shine, I shine
I know my heart I have
Smif-N-Wessun comin thru stompin out all you wack rappers
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy head fed
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed like your man bled
on the rise
Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes
From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun comin' through stompin' out all you wack
crew.
Chorus One: 4x
Chorus Two: 2x
Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...
(okay, we ready to rock...)
write for grown men who heard the myths and legends
The Smif-n-wessun, this is the part you pick a lesson
Now free my bredrin who got set up by
(Catch wreck with my crew)
I am what I am
(And I do what I do)
Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that
(okay, we ready to rock
ain't baseball, I waste yall, ask no question
Attack from the back from the black smif n wessun
I be rubbishin, any crew that claims they be bubbling
Get
grands up
What you about to see is reality, baby
Check the stats, and see if you can hang with me
Black Moon, 92, was set to blow
Smif 'n Wessun '93
Yeah she's bully in a faux dress
Doesn't really care about any type of press
Walks around likes she's top dog smif n' wessun
Go to blow that top off
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