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  • Текст песни Coolio - I Breaks 'Em Off



    Verse 1:
    Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star
    So stay back far
    You better understand who the macks are
    A brand new invention is my intention
    Been rappin so long some say I should get a pension
    Ain't no tension
    If I forgot to mention
    I rock rhymes over beats for salary and commission
    I got it all figured out like Columbo
    I'll drop you like Dumbo
    Your album is weak, and so is your video
    Or should I say wackeo
    Your girl is a tacky hoe
    Go back to slangin rocks and leave rappin to Coolio
    It's the all assmatic, tongue acrobatic, loc
    Used to be smoked out recovered crack addict
    I'll dip you in some sauce, fool, I'm the boss
    And I still be sending busters to Harris & Ross
    You, gotta pay the cost I refuse to take a loss
    So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off
    Chorus, Repeat 3X:
    I break 'em off
    I break 'em all off
    Verse 2:
    I got to keep on the real
    With my hands on the steel
    Cause we all understand we got to die one day
    But, everybody knows we got to rise to the top
    And the mission don't stop till the casket drop
    I'm protected by the tech
    And the teflon vest
    And we earn that respect
    Cause we worked so hard so put that needle on the record
    And everybody check it, cause I never been affected
    By what they say
    It's been a whole lot of years since I shed tears
    For my fears I downed case loads of beers and drank jack with my peers
    So never let it be said that I fronted a fake
    I keep the treble in my highs and lows in my bass
    So feel the affect of the wine and funk
    But you gotta have hustle which can vibrate you funk
    City to alley to valley hood and block
    You know I got the sound to break 'em off
    Chorus, Repeat 7X:
    I came back from the Congo as Return Of The Jedi
    I smoke the spinach and you get popped in your ezzye
    Watch me do this
    You take a ass whoopin like Brutus
    My rhymes will sound like Buddah, like Olive Oil is skinny and Whimpee
    Sea Hag don't never tempt me
    Get up on the funk so you can feel the simpy
    I can do the rope-a-dope
    And steal a base like Davey Lopes
    And bring more hope back to the hood than the Pope
    So, drink some Scope and try to feel sure
    See, if you can endure
    The pressure that's put on your
    But your soggy ass don't stay crunchy in milk
    That's why your cap get peeled, yeah, you're soft as silk
    It's time to seperate the real from the fake
    You shaky like Jake
    And your game always get exposed when you perpetrate
    Check the Times and the Post
    This is straight west coast
    And when I break it off you know it's broke
    Chorus, Repeat 7.5 times
    This is straight west coast!