Cold Crush Bros. At The Dixie

Lyrics

[Interlude] Hey, lady, need any help? All right, now you kids touch this car, I'm calling the cops, I'm not kidding Where are the telephones? Well, there's two around the corner, but they've been busted over two years Really? Yeah, but there's one up the hill They about eight blocks up, McKinley Square Eight blocks? Yeah Hey, ain't you that lady reporter looking for the Graffiti artists by the Dixies? Yeah! I'm looking for the graffiti artists We are all graffiti artists Well, let's go to the Dixies! All right, let's go [Verse 1: J.D.L.] By this tough voice, all the ladies can tell The man on the mic, the L, the L The hut, the maker, the heart, the breaker On any stage, I'm the number one flaker Do it like this and you will see Nobody in the place can flake like me 'Cause I'm the L, baby, baby, the L, baby, baby The one who rocks you all swell, baby, baby Well, it's '82 and everything is fine But I still got a thought in my mind That do you still listen to a MC rhyme? Well, if you do, well, I'll bet you too That a lotta them duck MCs are through And if you still got money and you wanna bet Well, I'll bet a hundred dollars I'm not whipped yet 'Cause I'm the L, L, L, L, the one who rocks so well Sending all the fly girls to the motel So A.D. (Ha-ha), A.D. (Ha-ha) A.D. (Ha-ha), A.D. (Ha-ha) A.D. (Ha-hoo), my throat is sore Homeboy, get on the mic with your rhymes galore [Verse 2: Supreme Easy A.D.] My goal is the same, I aim for fame I don't pop no game (He don't have no dame) Never put to shame because I have a brain Supreme Easy A.D. is the name that I claim Never brag about my crew, but you know what we can do Don't have no LP, but we're not blue Our rhymes are the tools to set the mood If you won't bother us, we won't bother you We're the Cold Crush crew, that's what I said All you wack MCs, get it through your heads As you listen to me speak as I reach my peak Because I never bite a rhyme, I never repeat Because I'm Easy A, going all the way Keeping up the funky pace to the break of day And then you get up, a-then ya get down (And rock) And rock to (And rock and rock) and rock to the beat Supreme Easy rock all you need You rock to the beat 'cause I'm so sweet I'm guaranteed to rock the house and get you out of your seat Well, I'm Supreme A.D. as you can trust Rockin' to the funky beat, I'm the serious must I'm down with the four, I'm down with the four I'm down with the four known as the Cold Crush The Cold Crush crew (The what?) The Cold Crush crew (Say what?) Is guaranteed to get the party people in the groove (Say what?) Cold Crush crew got nothin' to prove But rock the house for you and you And Kay Gee (Ha-ha), Kay Gee (Ha-ha) Kay Gee (Ha-ha), Kay Gee (Ha-ha) Kay Gee (Ha-hoo), my throat is sore Homeboy, get on the mic, get on the mic goddammit Get on the mic with your rhymes galore [Verse 3: The Almighty Kay Gee] Yes, yes y'all (Yes y'all) Yes, yes y'all (Yes y'all) You know that the four is fresh y'all (Fresh y'all) You do it up and then you get on down 'Cause the Cold Crush four is in your town Well, I'm the K, the K, the K, the K And don't forget the A Rock to the beat to the break of day And rock to the beat and listen to what I say Walkin' down the street and I met this girl Told-Told the girl what it's gonna be Let's go to my house and community Then I hit her with a rap that was so bad I took the girl up to my pad Got home, she start buggin' on me I said to myself, "I know this can't be" The girl turned around and then she broke And I just laughed like it was some kind of joke (She said) Baby, be calm, (She said) baby, be cool Let me teach you the golden rule But, yes, my mellow do you know what I said? (What?) Laid her monkey ass (What?), shoved her monkey ass (What?) Threw her monkey ass in my waterbed I said Caz, my mellow Get on the mic and serve 'em well [Verse 4: Grandmaster Caz] It was a long time ago, but I'll never forget I got caught in the bed with a girl named Yvette Well, I was scared like hell, but I got away That's why I'm here tellin' you today I was outside of my school sniffin' up some rocks A crowd of people all around listenin' to my box Just me and the fans, and some guys from my crew Chillin' hard 'cause we had nothin' better to do It was me, the L, the A, and the All And then I slipped away to make a phone call To this very day, it was a move I regret But I didn't know then, so I called Yvette I said, "Hello pretty mama, it's your lover man" She said, "Baby, come on over as quick as you can" I said, "I can't come now, someone's comin' to get me" Then she said, "I'm all alone, there's nobody with me" Thought for a second, "Oh shit, she's alone" Then I was knockin' at her door 'fore she hung up the phone She let me in the house and gave me a kiss And said, "Give me that thing that you know I missed" And so we went into her room and we got high But she couldn't keep her hand from off my fly So I made her lock the door, went to check it When I came back in, the girl was naked That was my cue to do the do I took my clothes off and started on the pooh Well, I was tearin' shit up, then 'bout a quarter to three She said, "Caz! Somebody's comin'!" I said, "Yeah, me!" Then the door bust open, and there was her folks I thought, "Damn, they coulda waited, said damn, they coulda waited Said damn, they coulda waited 'til I finished my strokes" Her mother was in shock, her father reached on the shelf Pulled down a .45, I almost shit on myself Said, "Please don't shoot!" and pleaded my case Said, "You'd have done the same thing if you was in my place But if you spare my life, believe me friend You'll never see me 'round your daughter again" Don't ask me why, but he let me leave I ran twenty-six blocks, then I stopped to breathe Gave thanks to God he wasn't too upset Went home and thought about poor Yvette He must of beat her ass with everything I assume 'Cause I could hear the girl screamin' all the way in my room Even though I don't see Yvette no more Well, I know she ain't as fine, I know she ain't as fine I know ain't half as fine as she was before So J.D.L. ha, you know my voice is sore Homeboy, get on the mic and rock once more [Verse 5: J.D.L.] Well, I'm here to be known and I'm known to be As an electrifying prince of poetry You listen to my rhymes that you never, ever heard So stick around, don't do the bird