Just When You Thought You Were Nice Lyrics

Just When You Thought You Were Nice lyrics

Yes, ha ha ha



Oh boy, it's big trouble in the place



I'm in the place, I'm in the place, I'm in the place



I'm in the place, I'm in the mash hall place







Just when you thought you was nice



In comes the rude boy that they call Phife



Since the year '89, I've been around the world twice



And I everywhere, I go they say the same shit: (that kid is nice)



Gotta give a shout-out to my everyday peeps



The ones who knew the time, the ones who never did sleep



'89 twas the year when I entered the game



Nobody knew my face, nobody knew my name



But I knew from day one that this here wasn't games



Gots to do this 'cause I love this, so mother fuck the fame



Gotta represent with the correct mindframe



Since the day that De La put me on, hip-hop has never been the same



My eyebrows stiffed when 'Tip and Sha' said "kick a rhyme"



I simply go for broke, because I'm no joke



I learned to freestyle early because I couldn't afford a pencil



Or better yet a dime that I could lend to Mr. Wendall



Alot of emcees talk, say they pushed the tech out



They figured I'd lose my touch, just because I'm down south



But you know good and well that Malik ain't havin' that



I could live in fuckin' Greese, still in all, I won't slack



I'm sayin' though, my brother, you know there ain't no other



So tell your main bitch that the Malik is still a lover



Got that rough daddy flow, my idol's Michealangelo



Enviro means I'm gettin' paid, 'cause my Eli said so



I drop you emcees in a line like that game of dominoes



So here we go, here we go, here we go



Yes, see in the east we get biz



Unh, Phife Diggy is the man kid, whoomp there it is



That's to give a shout to Walt, since '87, he's had my back



Pa dukes, ma dukes, my little brother named Zack



My main purpose in life, is to be no one but Phife



Just when you thought you was nice, now break it down







Now if you think that I'm gonna be good to you



If you think that I got what you need



Shorty you're right



(bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippe yea,



 Phife Dawg's got somethin' for you baby)







Now I'm the type of emcee to toot my horn like Reno



Before I hit the stage I take a sip of aquafino



I used to date Sabirno, or better yet Selino



Who had more fuckin' lumps than half-cooked forino



You know my stee, the illy-illy emcee



Phife Diggy, still knockin' off fleas



Yo, plus how I bring it on the freestyle note



Fuck what you heard, my shit is capital 'D', dope



Yes indeed, I give you what you need



You try to test me, you're smokin' too much weed



Yo, watch now how we bring it, and everybody sing it



And like Mint Condition, no doubt, we fuckin' swingin'







Ha, it's like that yo, check the flow yo



Ha, word up, word up



Yeah, now break it down



Ha, Jay Dee throw it down



Detroit status, what, we is the baddest, what



New York status, what, we is the baddest, unh



Chicago status, what, we is the baddest, unh



Saint Louis stats, what, we is the baddest, what



H-O-U, stand for Houston



ATL, you know what you did



It's like that y'all