lirik lagu dred scott – nutin’ ta lose
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
check it out y’all, check it out y’all, check it out ya’ll
dred scott in the house, one time, y’all
to the beats that makes you move
coolin out with the funk, uh, with the tree trunk
funk that make you wanna move, yeah
[verse 1]
coolin in the ice pick, stuck in your head
super fly can’t recruit, is what pops once said
speak soft, and keep your big sticks wrapped for the honeys scrubbin
they all say they ain’t money grubbin’
stay above the cloud for the sheer love of rap
comin’ off like the cop, cause stolеn up caps
move like huggy bear with my kung~fu grip
wrеckin’ companies that didn’t dig the dred, was equipped
to make due without a gimmick, i had to have a crew with this or that
or my take bump the avenue, my etiquette
said, get a brick, bash the fools
i empty out the register, i took your cash and juice
and put my own record out, be the boss, you know
start my own empire, like course parole
i did rough to the third power, afro starler of the ancestor drum
never stink a dollar though i been fired by my man mr. slank
like a metal gym~hat, yo, the kid don’t break
and even if i’m in the third quarter, down by forty
i’ma cruise, i got nothin’ to lose
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (check it out, y’all)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
back on point, i got some more flavor for ya
prefer to read boots, rather than tom sawyer
i k!ll black seeds, i’m thinkin he’s a godfather
sinkin’ more ships than the j~panese at pearl harbor
funk faith dealer, black jack card dealer
twenty~one, i rush the hun like a pittsburg stealer
never dope, like a broke, smoke that tec
a sweet miss gingerbread, yeah, the dred respects ya
said you was down and never call back
and now i’m paranoid like a black politician on crack
but no, i never flunk when it comes to funk
’cause no tellin’ who did stunts with the watermelon tack
you’re a tucka~duck season, testin’ me, see ones
for the sucker~burgers that you’re packin like a re~run
skinny~skirt lilly, you claim to be loyal
like the flip side of popeye, i don’t follow boils
skinny~ass over border, hundred dip~shop
so we stir it up, make my arm strong like louis
only break i ever got was a dope fractional
lookie here, everybody do the dred act with boogie
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (check it out, y’all)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[interlude]
yeah
uh, yes~yes y’all, uh, yes~yes y’all (clever)
uh, yes~yes y’all, uh yes~yes y’all (clever)
uh, yes~yes y’all, uh yes~yes y’all (clever)
uh, yes~yes y’all, uh yes~yes y’all, hah (clever)
[verse 3]
for your listenin’ pleasure, from the underground
like some f~ckin’ buried treasure
pickin up the mic like a shovel, can you dig it?
and if you wanna go, pay your fare, here’s your ticket
barber of some ill cadillac, that is
loot the big head, jones coolin’ with the fat wiz’
see the sucker talkin’, i pull a .40, dig me?
got f~cked up like the alcoholic kidney
now it’s a scene at your membrane, swollen
and you’re comin’ up shorter than your man gary colman
the pop~rap mugger, my beat stay healthy
louis~vill slugger with the bags in my belt~free
yeah, the underdog is about to run a muck
and if you’re parkin’ in my zone, i’ma play the tow truck
did you think i had enough force to pull the load?
now your convertible gemlin just got towed
by the one and only that you said wouldn’t have a chance
like elvis, trapped under in the james brown avalanche
and like the run~away slave headin’ off with no shoes
yo, i got nothin’ to lose, so, check it out y’all
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (check it out, y’all)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[outro]
dred scott ain’t got nothin’ to lose
oh, disco ain’t got nothin’ to lose
oh, dominoe ain’t got nothin’ to lose
oh, martin luther didn’t have nothin’ to lose
oh, malcom x didn’t have nothin’ to lose
unemployed brothers got nothin’ to lose
everybody in the world, yo
you got nothin’ to lose, so you gotta pay your dues
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