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lirik lagu big daddy kane - show & prove (video version)

[intro: sl!ck rick]
bust a move, we show and prove

[verse 1: scoob]
ha ha, hey hey, laugh now n~gga
my man’s right behind you, kane pull the trigger
i don’t play, i’m from the hill where sh~t is real
and i’ll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
i cut hair and you still can’t get no part
you couldn’t deal with scoob if we was playing cards
but if i got beef, then it’s time for code red
my gun is like a ho, it be taking mad n~ggas to bed
so hurry up and skedaddle
even if you join the army, you still couldn’t battle
so where you from? england, you somebody great?
you burning scoob? “i don’t think so mate”
yo sauce, if you’re down with the groove
get on the mic and won’t ya show and provе

[verse 2: sauce money]
hey, here i comе with a sl!ck rap, tic~tac~toe
when i flip tracks, so gimme my d~ck, back
i flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like sauce money, you didn’t do it
i write my own with bigger hope, drink of scope
wrote what i figured, nope, d~mn, you dig a n~gga doe
rhymes too drastic, b~st~rd, pull hookers like elastic
nba style, fantastic
as i get ready i’m steady, if i go crazy i’d take eddie
if i was fred, i think i’d have to bone betty
sucking and lucking, hey, n~ggas i’m ducking, nay
nada no never meaning ain’t no motherf~cking way
rappers get gassed, come on and get fast
try to get past when i blast and you can hand over your ass
one line and that’s fear
rappers get so d~mn p~ssy, they gotta go for a pap smear
so shyheim, if you’re down with the groove
get on the mic, it’s time to show and prove
[verse 3: shyheim]
yo, yo
so check me out, as i flip this sick track, kid
and make mad noise like a metallica record
i’m psycho, a villain to the styles i be k!lling
when i’m thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
’cause i rock the world from u.s.a. to asia to russia
if your sh~t stinks i’mma flush ya, then bust ya
like a crazy man from cali, son
my jams be packed like a farrakhan rally, what?
you know my style, i put the f in effing foul
the rugged child locks sh~t down like rikers isle
and got more girls than a trailer load with shabba
more super than cat, i’m the punani don dada
so big daddy, if you’re down with the groove, my man
get on the mic and won’t ya show and prove

[verse 4: big daddy kane]
now tell me who is the man?
with the high~potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
i get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
i come for your title kid, run it!
or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
ahh yeah, that’s that sh~t
drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
that’ll dethrone ya, scorn ya, joan ya, i tried to warn ya
you was wack since i known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
what i just shown ya, real lyrics doggone ya
strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
so well in it with every single element
and competition gets none
if i was wearing pantyhose you still couldn’t give me no run
and let’s just make one more thing understood
that if i fart on a record, trust me n~gga it’ll sound good
so jay~z, if you’re down with the groove, my mellow
get on the mic, it’s time to show and prove
[verse 5: jay~z]
uh, i’m breaking mc’s up like epmd
and these nuts if you rappers trying to see me
i’m buckwild with styles, ta~dow
i’ve been in it running a hundred miles, i’m well endowed, baby gal
uhh, the greatest n~gga to touch it, you n~ggas can’t f~ck with
the, incredible sk!lls of the g from brooklyn, big up kid
and ain’t no eating me up, you fast f~cking with jigga
i’m like prince jeans, i bring the ass out a n~gga
when i rock it, it’s in the pocket, baby mop it, don’t knock it
’til you try it, once you start, you can’t stop it
i’m the c~cky breed, i’m dope like poppy seed
i live one rent from besides that be
between get off my d~ck and stop jocking me
when i bust a rhyme, you’re digging the sound
i know you loving the way it’s, going down baby
so ason huh, if you’re down with the groove, why don’t ya
get on the mic and show and prove

[verse 6: ol dirty b~st~rd]
come on, wu~tang k!lla bees on a swarm
rain on your college ass, disco dorm
slippery when wet and don’t you ever forget
you couldn’t get a fl!ck, of the hype outfit
because the way that i dress this style, mad wild
enough to make a crowd of women scream “ow!”
my beats are funky and my rhymes are sp~nky
sometimes i’ll be like “well god d~mn what’s the recipe?”
i don’t know, i ask my momma, she don’t know
she says “go ask your godd~mn father!”
it’s all about me in the place to be
n~ggas think they all that, yo, that sh~t is g
mad game and it’s a motherf~cking shame
how many enemies wanna claim the name
of ason, who carries on like a manager
yo! sounds fly, right?
danger!

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