Pass Da Tek

Lyrics

[Intro: Havoc] Yeah! My man Big Trag Keep on [Chorus] Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex The bad boulevard boys from the projects Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex The bad boulevard boys from the projects [Verse 1: Tragedy] The hypnotized, funkatized, put the boogie in your body And I got my more props than John Gotti (Where's the party?) Ayy yo pass the 40, tap the bottom And spill some on the floor, for the brothers that ain't got it (King of the projects) king of the projects overload imperial Grand wizard of rap with the ill funk material You know my style, mad hard like the penile God bless the child with the funk that we do now The psychiatric protégé, the fat cat I won't retire 'til my empire strikes back (Back, back) And I bet ya, and I bet ya, and I bet ya I bet ya catch a flashback The rhythm method of a funk track I stay underground just like a sewer rack The brown bastard when things get drastic Squad and hit you harder, leave you laying in a casket [Chorus] Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex The bad boulevard boys from the projects Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex The bad boulevard boys from the projects [Verse 2: Tragedy] Another bro from the rugged, better duckin' this brawl The chainsaw makes you hit the back door The bloodthirsty curse me, I hold them for ransom And spill more blood than Charles Manson You think you're nice, then come and roll a dice I slice and I'll be crucifyin' rappers like Christ The mack daddy and I love a Trinidadian girl Back in the days I used to want a drop a caddy on (The boulevard) the boulevard graveyard of danger Bringin' the funk from the broad-headed stranger (Ring the alarm!) Young Crew like the drum I'm gonna drop the bomb and swing like Vietnam Fight the trife in 25 to life The mic is hella tight, caught murder on the mic The rap rebel and the brown-skinned devil And we be taking the funk to a whole 'nother level [Chorus] Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex The bad boulevard boys from the projects Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex The bad boulevard boys from the projects [Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi] The 25 to life, yeah, stuck on a life bid A lot of rappers die from the funk that we did The energetic, poetic, lyrical paramedic So sweet when I freak, even the diabetic Couldn't resist the big daddy with the sugar cane More juice than my crew could ever even claim Tragedy, bad boy and you know it's me I drop the shit that makes you stay like Jodeci You never done me, so jump with bungee Laying down under, who can make Stevie wonder? Who brings the funk to your whole territora? Ask me, I'm nasty like Sodom and Gomorrah (The gladiator) the gladiator when I hit the metropolitan I strive for more wives than King Solomon The automatic got you running like a rabbit You get played like a guitar bar, but [?] grab it [Chorus] Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex The bad boulevard boys from the projects Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex Pass da tek, we get hot like sex The bad boulevard boys from the projects [Outro] Yeah, maniac man 252 P Funk Yeah! Uh! Ayy yo Trag 1993 Uh, yeah, yeah Come on, come on Aight, aight Yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh Check it out