Dres - Miszel & Kabe

[Feat. Dres] [Intro: Crooked I] Here we go, yo! - Here we go! Here we go, yo! - Here we go! Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up! [Bridge: Dres] Back on the scene! - Crispy and clean! Back on the scene! - Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE!) [Royce Da 5'9" (Dres):] Slaughterhouse family - ridin' like a taxi And yeah! - I'm like Dres - I am like the "Black Sheep". (HEY!) I just want a - GANGSTA bitch! - Or I be a bad G! You sound dry! - Your legs look a lil' ashy. (HEY!) You thought what you said was "Classy" But Slaughterhouse been about bread since Freddie Blassie. (HEY!) Freddy'll say nasty! - I'm a rap assassin That's sittin in the Aston, that's cleaner than the demeanor of Eddie Haskell. (HEY!) Call me a defensive BACK on the track spit And that Slaughterhouse pigskin you couldn't put it past me. (HEY!) We done! - Been through a whole lot in the past Cause niggaz bash us for bein spazzes. Let it be (HEY!) known we never known for bein average We prime like the Corleone re-enactment! When it comes (HEY!) to talent - we the Jacksons. Eat a track, we assassins! - We - mean - we back on the scene! (HEY!) [Chorus 1: Dres] Back on the scene! - Crispy and clean! Back-back on the scene! - Crispy and clean! Back on the scene! (HEY!) - Crispy and clean-clean! Back on the scene! - Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE!) [Crooked I (Dres):] You spend twenties on flowers. - Me? I put doves on the rose! That's why I'm in the club with your hoes. (HEY!) What you lookin hard for? - Don't spill escargot On yourself! - And get slugs in your clothes! (HEY!) We the ones with the flows Who hit 'em with the dope lines? [inhale] - The answer's right under your nose! (HEY!) Whenever hip-hop's fallin off the track We pick it up! - Pick it up! Pick it up, 'til we back! (BACK, BACK) on the scene! - Crispy and clean! Fix me some whisky and lean. - Bitch, we the kings! (whooo!) Only time your music is fly is when I Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling. (HEY!) Pyoon! - I'm a cold young - nigga! This your hoe come - get her! - Cause I'm so done - with' her! (HEY!) Made her whole tongue - glitter - with the old cum - spitter! Hit her then slide home! - Homerun hitter! (HEY!) [Chorus 1] [Joell Ortiz (Dres):] Yaowa! - It's a wrap for your team When I get in that ring I put rap in a fiend. (HEY!) I don't know what's happenin-ing Either I'm gettin better or y'all fallin off like the sag in my jeans! (HEY!) Relax and I'm clean! - Immaculate lean And go in my two-step, somethin' fat in between! (HEY!) Haters don't get mad at my dream! Opposite's attract, I'm nice and the track is just mean. (HEY!) So I'm a fuck it up! - Flow Avril Lavigne. Olive button up, Bo Jackson's and green! (HEY!) Fresh fitted cap on the bean Sorta like a spine on a movie screen. - Back on the scene! (HEY!) Back under that light's like a Gat with the beam Back at the register with the plastic machine! (HEY!) Back wearin' my gold like - Magic, Kareem Back in them rap magazines. - Click! (HEY!) [Chorus 2: Dres] Back on the scene! - Crispy and clean! Back-back on the scene! - Crispy and clean! Back on the scene! (HEY!) - Crispy and clean-clean! Back on the scene! - Crispy and clean! Back-back on the scene! (HEY!) - Crispy and clean! Back-back on the scene! - Crispy and clean! Back on the scene! (HEY!) - Crispy and clean-clean! Back on the scene! - Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE!) [Joe Budden {Dres}:] Check it! - Them rumors you heard about me I refute those The attributes of hoes. (hoes!) - Don't affect my attitude at all! {HEY!} Die from what you told. - Blood on your new clothes Cause even the biggest form of Nuvo! {HEY!} What they want so Glock's with 'em, be in a box with 'em Try and box with 'em while he got the ox with him! v Dot the I's/eyes with 'em. - Whole life's a rehearsal Cars got the horsepower of that Old Spice commercial! {HEY!} Silence when a vet's speakin', I'm jet skiing with lesbians You just seein' wantin' to just be him! {HEY!} In the casino (no!) - spendin' petty cash (cash!) No worries! - I'm the same as what you met me as! Bitches sayin': "Go ahead with your sexy ass! " Y'all can have my heart. - You can get it out this plexiglass! {HEY!} Here's a message to the haters: "I'll take money, power and fear, the respect'll come later! " [Chorus 2] [echoes] [beat stops]

Bio-feed-back Ya go "ichi, ni, san, shi" I can't cook, but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat I got multiple stabs of jazzy Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul Years after mama had me tell ya gladly I plugged for the Tunin' Which cause eyes to zoom in Which put your person into focus No longer Kelvin Mercer but the Posdnuos Plug One yo I found fun In the scribblin' of speak On a naked white sheet Most recognized by my dark-brown self Yo you found some wealth? More in my mind than in my pocket But I's got every Girbaud that ever sagged I met some hoes, met some girls Did a tour that took me all around the world Did a tour that took me all around the world I hit the shines but I'm shooin' it now Remember when the floor might have had a spine Well it's all bent over The DayGlo nigga gets the red door mat It's a roller coaster when your shit's burnt toast Now Mr. Club Owner knows your jam When your jam is the jam and there's a tab at the bar My mindstate's great, no thanks I don't drink I sip the bobo, then I kettle it quick I felt the heave in the jeave, tap it in the basement Diggin' my own understanding quick Let me get the single out Think Mr. Radio say the starlight Is the same star bright I'm thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch But turn out the lights and some will go bitch It was one MC after one MC Play the lamp post do the blow wit dynamite Well it's okay and it's alright Cause our birthday cake's external light It'll all get graphic People made of plastic Look at the shine with my 50 Watt eye But when I got the eye patch I hit the latch I fame it to a name from Denver up to Maine And lovin' deluxe, she won't catch me in no tux Nah, man I won't honor the style (Serious, serious, serious, serious) (Serious, serious, serious, serious) (Serious, serious, serious, serious) Yo, shorty! Oh my goodness How you doing, my name is Dres, listen- Oh, isn't that Posdnuos? Oh, my God, yo Honey you are- Yo wassup,yo, man Look, what's wrong with me? Honey, heck this out Da da da dun dun Da da da dun dun Da dun dun (Dun dun dun dun) Da da dun da da dun da da dun dun (Da da dun dun) Funny funny how time fly When you have some Light on the face cause the focus is the fickle 'Stead of fusin' I'm a use it to the utilize the trickle Caught a rush, but I played hush While Andres Titus is the grabbin' As a fan will put the hearts to mush Lush Dalea would hear the public beat The same way for Titus when he Blacked the Sheep But as the Knee went Deep, to deeper off the charts The album faded to black, that's when the amnesia starts (Serious, serious, serious, serious) (Serious, serious, serious, serious) Aren't you Dres from Black Sheep? Oh my god, what are you doing here? Who are you here with? I'm with my man Pos, you know Pos Oh yeah, Positive K yo, I like your music (Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush) Hey boy, I watch that star man, shit's all in Should I shot it or begin I saw bootleggas no shinin' I saw Big 4 go get shinin' A typical flick was the moment When the man said "Ain't you?" Yeah I is 'im Hush your mouth fallin' in cog Caught the light being True dog A fist of funk and I pocket that screen In the scene or in between Gimme but a little bit of the starlight I mail my ass to the darkness I dig it, I dug it, I dig it, I dug it I wiz it, I was it, I wiz it, I was it Oh Lord let me switch it off Because ya find some'll do it all For the light (Stop Jivin')

Ha ha! Ah yeah! Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on! (Ooh-weee!) Black Sheep in the house, sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the House, my man the Dres in the house, you know what I'm sayin' Huey Love in the house, long Posdnuos, Dove, Prince Paul, the Immigrant Lucien in the house. The house Dreddy Bear, ha, Mike G! Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody Come on everybody let's baseball A Nubian sprocket is the one Plug One, cut the cap Forward is the marcher of the chant To the clan, unless you slept Willy to the Wonka of the feast Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes If we get fined by police Don't worry, yo, I got the papes Toxic is the talk that I tell Tell the tales from the lady who's fat Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps (And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody Come on everybody let's baseball Swing is the is of my step Plug Two, groove a gut On gets by when it's kept Three miles to my strut Forgiveness to the foes is false I cook goose and serve a plate Position is opposed to a loss No cost, no relate Brother got a badge of his own Because the link of the life is slack This licks 'em down to the Tootsie Pop (And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody Come on everybody let's baseball Move over just a bit to the right of me For I cannot see where the booty is I sit, I'm looking out a foggy window Crack it just a bit, yo this is showbiz It's as though a pound goes around and around So I give a pound then I do the step Dres will be with Boca on the side Can I crack a smile for those who slept Phonetics and kinetics persevere therefore I kick it I took the L.I.R.R. but I didn't have a ticket Had some Chinese food but I didn't have a spoon I had a dope rhyme but I didn't have it soon I'm looking out the window day is filled with rain and gloom Man oh man oh man I hope I find my spoon soon Eatin' on some sushi cause I know it ain't cat (And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody Come on everybody let's baseball Yo this is Plug One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland Thanks for not having my baby, peace This is Dres. Danica, Boston. My first tight cushion, love you Yo this is the Sugar Dick Daddy, I'd like to say peace To my father, Bombed Out Brother This is Baby Huey Plug Three, and I'd like to say peace to That mother a-ahem who stole my Pathfinder in front of the studio Peace! Yo what's up, this is Prince Paul, I'd like to say what's up To all the doo doo eaters and all the Kelvin Mercer look-alikes, and I'm out (God damn!) (Have a ball!)

Dwa pasy wkładam na ekrany, czarnym na białym Dwa asy w talii, nie w rękawie, duma Italii Dwa palce w górze dziś trzymamy, czas goi rany To moja gra, nie twoje sprawy, dziś nie pogadamy A ty twoje pasy na ekrany, na czarnym biały Zakasam Nas i rękawy, dostaję kamyk Bąbelki malują kryształy, tak leczysz rany Już bardziej stary, nie chcę się tak więcej bawić Bo o Tobie zapomniałem Nie widzę tych, co w oddali Przeszłość oddali, gryzie mnie Ja wolę trawę palić Ja stary strzelić zapomniałem Serie A, to karabin, don Pietro Anastasi I widzę Ciebie gdzieś w oddali Wzrok dalej sięga, gdzie nie chciałem Zapomnij, nic się już nie stanie Wybieram co rozdaję Forza don Anastasi Ojcu imponował don Pietro Anastasi, mi Savastano Dziś nie pogadamy, no bo biznesy, ale takie Że ze spokojem wstaję rano Jak anestezjolog, weź mnie znieczul Ty jedyna, chociaż tylidyna dziś na wieczór Pinot Grigio no i Pecorino Bogu dzięki, otaczają mnie Ci sami, jak San Marino Związek mam ze Starą Damą, z młodą niunią stare widmo W moim sadzie więcej krzewów, niż jabłek w Cupertino Ty z iPhona walisz w kinol po przekątnej tak jak Pirlo Biorę dychę niczym Totti, palę fotki z twą dziewczyną A, N, A, S, T, A, S, I A, N, A, S, T, A, S, I Don Pietro Anastazi Suki chciały wody mnie pozbawić I nogi jak Selekcjoner jak Hodgson Roy, nie KEANE ale Keane Bo wybieram, które dobrze przeczytane Zagram je na pamięć, bo mieliśmy dobre zgranie Tym, co nie ufam, nigdy więcej nie podaję Ja wkładam serce w to, co robię, daj mi wiarę Już dzisiaj nie alla fine, fino alla finale Na ekrany, czarny na białym Dwa asy w talii, nie w rękawie, duma Italii Dwa palce w górze dziś trzymamy, czas goi rany To moja gra, nie twoje sprawy, dziś nie pogadamy A ty twoje pasy na ekrany, na czarnym biały Zakasam Nas i rękawy, dostaję kamyk Bąbelki malują kryształy, tak leczysz rany Już bardziej stary, nie chcę się tak więcej bawić Bo o Tobie zapomniałem Nie widzę tych, co w oddali Przeszłość oddali, gryzie mnie Ja wolę trawę palić Ja stary strzelić zapomniałem Serie A, to karabin, don Pietro Anastasi I widzę Ciebie gdzieś w oddali Wzrok dalej sięga, gdzie nie chciałem Zapomnij, już się nic nie stanie Wybieram co rozdaję Forza don Anastasi