lirik lagu three times dope – no words (pump ‘n’ hip hop) (no rif raf)
[intro]
yo what’s up, it’s the e to the s
directly from the planet of acknickulous
comin’ down to earth (kick it!), to give birth
to this brand new remix for all you tricks
and it goes a little somethin’ like this
[verse 1]
it was a friday, and i was on the scene
getting wiz~a~fied which is a daily routine
cruising with [?] bumpin’ the [?]
saw a slimmy, started lookin’ out for the jimmy
but what do you know, next to us pulled a five~point~oh
and drivin’ it was a good~to~go female
fresher than h~ll, couldn’t be stale
so i knew the next thing i said had to prevail
so i rolled down the window, said “what’s up madam?”
she said “up, back up, don’t know you from adam”
i was nutted, and [?] start laughin’
people ran up to the car for autographs and
all of a suddеn her expression changеd
a smile went on her grill and she asked my name
she said “excuse my rudeness, i’d really like to meet ya”
oh no, i gave the rap right a~b~c~ya!
instead of a conversation
she got dust in her lungs from acceleration
now it’s one thing to know and wanna talk
but to just find out what’s up and wanna hawk
get up outta here, that idea is absurd
peace to ya sis, ’cause i ain’t got no words
a~b~c~ya!
[verse 2]
now everyone i meet and greet, they talk bs
girlies on the ~ ’cause i’m the es
don’t get me wrong, females allowed
but all the singing is the greatest man alive
and when it’s cold outside, i wanna come and get warm
not throw on the beat and get rough and perform
on the telephone talkin’ about kissin’ and huggin’
and then i hear “just say hi to my cousin”
now that’s buggin’, the way i’m livin’ is grown
so you’re off on your own and conversate with the dial tone
and that’s the way the dealings is dealt
i’d rather sleep, drink, eat, and chill by myself
we’re on tour (get money) gettin’ green galore
much gear to wear but no one to look good for
young teens, readin’ magazines
gettin’ parts in their hair and wearin’ ripped jeans
all because their favorite rapper be sportin’ ’em
so they go buy the tape, root ’em on and support ’em
thinkin’ all [?] you gotta do is rap and get paid
not a care in the world because they got it made
but a home ain’t a house unless you got a spouse
that’ll care and be there and show ya what love’s about
hangin’ out, stayin’ out, and gettin’ high as a bird
is like small talk, but i ain’t got no words (no words)
a~b~c~ya!
[verse 3]
maturity, not necessarily purity
just a young thing being good to me
that’s the moral, (the meaning), the theme
sometimes seem like the impossible dream
chuck nice and will feel the same as i
we want a woman to be with you and never lie
bust a sketch, i could be on tour
and not another brother will walk through the door
now that’s what i’m kickin’
’cause i’m no magician and i ain’t about trickin’
come here slimmy, don’t hesitate (come on)
i’m impatient, love won’t let me wait
don’t front on your passion
jump in and fasten the seatbelt
for when full impact is felt
’cause i’ma do you righteous
and after a couple minutes you’ll say “hmm, i like this”
and if not then i’m doin’ the bird
strict peace and i’m outtie, ~ what you heard
if i can’t be first, [save?] second through third
’cause what you’re sayin’ is [?] and i ain’t got no words
a~b~c~ya!
[verse 4]
girls thinkin’ they cute about money and loot
with much gift to shoot, push the b~tton on mute
’cause i ain’t got time in the rhyme to define
all the things that make love a crime
[ridin’?] with [help?], sleepin’ with [?]
[?], laughin’ like they got things on [?]
gettin’ [?] in the [?] ’til they can’t even talk
with a wild, wild, west, john wayne walk
more beef that w~ll~~s, [friendlier?] than [phillies?]
getting tagged in a jag or bust in a benzie
up at the row where the fly people go
they never take it slow up at the plateau
they sport pelle and italian~made handbags
whatever happened to marv and the [slow drags?]
rose royce, gladys knight & the pips
heatin’ up house parties, grippin’ on hips
in the nineties now, to make yourself look nice
in the same day you go to work twice
from 9 to 5, and from 6 to whenever
to satisfy someone who ain’t all that clever
me spend g’s for a skeeze, absurd
i got a thorough main girl so i ain’t got no word (no words)
and you don’t stop
it’s like that y’all, bump the hip~hop
’cause the es bound to get funky
as i drop more ~ than a donkey
[outro]
my man kwame ain’t got no words
my man d~nice ain’t got no words
my man larry larr ain’t got no words
my little brother hakeem ain’t got no words
my dj woody wood ain’t got no words
my mellow chuck nice ain’t got no words
my man [?] ain’t got no words
my man chuckie go go ain’t got no words
my man [jay?] ain’t got no words
the true [?] ain’t got no words
my man ice cube ain’t got no words
the whole lynch mob ain’t got no words
never messin’ with a skeeze
who looks thick givin’ out disease
just make the ~ drop down to her knees
and then we’re audi 5000 g’s, peace!
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