Speak Ya Clout Lyrics

Speak Ya Clout lyrics

[Featuring Jeru The Damaja Lil Dap]
Verse One: Jeru the Damaja
Last year
record companies were chumpin me
But now like chicks they all be up on
me
and me so horny I hit em like a groupie
Snatch off my hat wash my dick
and keep it movin
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
I rip New York
and a million different places
State to state country to country
My skills
are legend in the style of poetry
I've paid my dues to this game word to
mother
Peace New York hops it gets no rougher
Baby brother been puffing
buddha and blunts since eighty-five
Before the fake motherfuckers started
perpetrating live, I've
achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in
jeeps
I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps
So when we bang bang boogie
out jumps my boot knocks
Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks
glocks
And I mean it it's all done with the mind
I neutralize suckers
because I'm alkaline
I could go on for days speaking bout my clout
So Lil
Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out
Verse Two: Lil Dap
Yo you
can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
Flavors do get deep
when you're walking the east
A unit down from the underground made the
brothers unite
I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight
Ain't
nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever
You poured a forty
on the ground for the brothers who ain't around
Break it down with the flow
as I walk through the ghetto
A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit
hits the fan
Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam
So what's your
hobby nothing serious when things get rough
I'm stepping rugged and tough,
and bitches won't get enough
A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get
slapped
Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
Make the
chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho'
You can't tell a motherfucker
what to do with his life
Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the
mic
It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine
Aiyyo 'ru, what's your
function meet me at Broadway junction
Before I start to get in it, better yet
i just kick it
Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it
Verse
Three: Guru
Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat
He
talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be
out
From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol
Watching fly niggaz
show you how to rhyme asshole
You know the motherfucking situation
So get
down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation
Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps
can't fuck with me
and all the honies be loving me
My style be kicking
crazy butt
Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt
Your girl pays me
but ain't no need to try and stop her
I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll
drop her
cause she be working on my nerves
and yo I got more gang than
the bitch got curves
I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho
Ill kid
ready to wreck mics pronto
and I know, I break your back with my rap like
smack
because I'm all that
And so the next time when you're wishing for
my downfall
I'm a come back to drown y'all
With stupid lyrics relative to
a bloodbath
And stay the fuck out my path...