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DO YOU KNOW HIPHOP

드렁큰 타이거
Album 2003.2.25Lyrics 드렁큰타이거Composition 드렁큰타이거Arrangement 드렁큰타이거
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음악같지않은 음악들 이젠 모두다 집어치워 버려야해
우리가 너희들 모두의 귀를 확실하게 바꿔줄께 기다려

하하 참으로 놀라와 진짜인 우리가 돌아와 조금씩 너희가 있는 곳에 서서히 올라가
거기 갔자 거기 있어봤자 진짜를 보여줄께 우리가 거기 닿자마자
세상 이상 너무나도 괴상 너희가 최고라니 그건 너무 환상
우리는 타이거 또한 실력의 차이가 많이 나는 우리 바로 what? 드렁큰 타이거

Now light my fat/ club up, what up?
With the intoxicated Tiger style I/ Rock a Rolex-worth 24 thou
Now/ calm down Just touched ground Stroll around/
espionage When I'm down I'll leave town Got more pounds/
chocolate that/ Cash-back guarantee
'Nuff for all of us No need for greed Plant some seeds/
Just lay low and watch for the stakeout/
Fuzz think there smart But we're smarter so we fake out

눈을 감아 들어봐 온 몸으로 느껴진 전율
주는 대로 받아먹는건 이쯤에서 그만 두어야 해

You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who?
You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo

That's amazing/ the way I get you dazed With only thoughts Be paper
chasing after you who claimed you're this
(But) in fact you misbehavin' like the twenty dozen E-heads at the rave,
and syllables incredible like White Elephant that you're cravin'
you make me nauseous/ Too many nigga be Johnny blazing
Mad rhymes off my anuses embarasses dope MCs The sessions be torturous
Poisnous incense that was lit to get you bent/ jiggy i representin'

I spit my verbs eatin' bean curd/
Niggas tried to hear and heard about the kid With the fat knob word/
Shoot it in your face in small amounts Hell no!/
in large globs, sa I fertilige your ears With the sweet nouns/
Contest my intelligence I inject my elegance to
all you fat bitches to the curb/ That's absurd/
Taking down the studio MCs I'm the king/ with the crown No deception/
Is there a question?

Put your hads up Put your hands up/ All the players in the house Put your hands up
Put your hands up Put your hands up/ All my Crown-sipping niggas Put your hands up

lntoxicated Tiger dropping topics Hypnotize in illogical melodic sonic/
Boom up your optic Sippin'/ gin without a tonic Under the disco light I
rocked it It ain't no/ optical illusion It's only logic

yo, suckers pass the mic/ when my rhymes take(s) flight/
I got the type of flow yo/ act like you know I slay wack/
Mc's at the disco / tipsy off the Cisco
My brain's flyin' like/ Crisco While I'm/
eatin' sucker's styles up like Nabisco

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