Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Gangstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot Gangstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite
Written by: KEITH ELAM, CHRISTOPHER MARTIN, DARRYL OTIS BARNES, GREG O. MAYS, DARRYL BARNES, GREG MAYS, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, C. MARTIN
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