THREE TIMES DOPE - Original Stylin' lyrics

rate me

Suckers still wanna take me the wrong way

So now it's nothin but the rhyme and the beat playin

You can call call it plain but once again

Shootin stupid etiquette up in your membrane

People thought I couldn't come no doper than the Giddy Up

Now since I'm runnin the show and I'm yo, Straight Up

Check out the way I like sizzinay the rhizzyme

It be wooping each and every tizzime

Don't get too close or I'm a start to poke

You're probably thinkin man this dude ain't no joke

My thoughts exactly, you're right on the money

Talk about precision, I'll vouch for that decision

Don't worry too much 'bout my physical appearance

I focus the hocus pocus on perseverance

I was blessed to look so fresh

On the seriousness, I'm so right I'm left

Don't mean to brag but Holmes, you know it is the truth

Goin all the way back to Roots

Now come on soul sisters, shake your hips a

Little bit faster, just got to have ya

Sassy, brassy rockin your chassis

Just plain thump-bumpin it nasty

The ES, the Chuck Nice, the DJ Wood

Spreadin like the plague in your neighborhood

From Huntingpark to Hilltop

You wanna say a little somethin, then try me

From Huntingpark to Hilltop

Comin out with a shout and it's original stylin

See everytime me turn around sucker look me up and down

And then he keeps on biting

Hey, everytime I turn around sucker lookin me up and down

And then he keeps on biting

No matter what me say and no matter what me DJ play

They gonna keep on bitin

And when me step up and say 'Hey! ' they look the other way

And then he keeps on biting

On the real it's ridiculous

He's just mad because he ain't acknickulous

Then he tries to take it out on me, you know

And yo, he'll go and steal Chuck Nice beat

Everytime me turn around sucker look me up and down

And then he keeps on biting

Hey, everytime I turn around sucker lookin me up and down

And then he keeps on biting

Try not to give me respect

Cause you know damn well I'm in effect

And everytime make a rhyme gonna get the fat royalty check

And I'm paid, so what the heck

This is dedicated to all the fly sisters

EST's d to rock your transistor

Hawkin like winter there when you enter

But part of you don't wanna because you know I'm gonna

Have you at my feet causin you grief

Makin MC's lessons is just an obsession

Cuttin no corners, warnin you goners

Press you like a vest, steam ya like a sauna

People see me as EST the great

And be like, 'Man I can't wait to rock this tape! '

Sendin in a demo that sounds like Chuck

Off it goes, into the dump

Only quality is gettin produced

By the organization takin juice

The Yankees I got stacked up in a pile and

All because me just original stylin

Yo, comin to you straight from the HTH

I like to give some shouts out to my man Steady B

DJ Tat and Turntable Savage

Comin out on the new album, knawmsayin?

So dig that

We got my man that's all pure hip-hop, Chuck Nice on the box

DJ Woody Wood the funky record player Fly Assassin on the fader, yamsayin?

The Mega Flex, Misty and Tiffany cold rockin the steps

We got my man the Almighty Cool C and his dancers Fatal Attraction, Donna, Marie

We got Thick & Thin, Steady's dancers, E-Marvelous and JoJo clockin all the dough, yanamsayin

My manager LG, small time hustler Qu'ran, yaknamsayin

We got all the people from the HTH personel

And everybody that's down with us, you yaknawmsayin?

All the brothers with the fade, check this out

I'm outta here like a breeze through the trees

When I flow I'm takin all the leaves

Now peace