UMC'S

UMC'S - Time To Set It Straight lyrics

rate me

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Yeah, nineteen ninety-three

Uh-huh (UM-UMC)

Bring it

[Haas-G]

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Oops upside your head because I Marx ya like Groucho

Aiyyo I'm not a slouch so, ladies scream and shout (HO!)

Brother work it out (BO!) static bo bo bo I blow

Hard like the wind then I'll spin ya topsy turvy

I serve thee, here's a fruity orange for ya scurvy

I'm my own lucky charm in the middle of my pants

Wanna dance, I wind up and bogle on that ass, yo

Rico, I'm suave, Benito, I drive a

Crowd to get wild from the aisle here comes a style

I'm the undisputed master of charisma party ripper like

Shaq I be nimble, I be quick, I see the wack

MC's who need some style

Tryin to fake moves on my two I sonic boom ya like Nile

Cause I'm the wildest, crazy kind of guy born free

I'm Haas G (awwww) I got the shit to set you free

Woooo, yeah, yeah, ha ha

For my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples)

For my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples)

For my peoples yo, for my peoples

[Kool Kim]

Hey yo I be the rough rugged MC with The Streetcar Named Desire

Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire

Now I heard you had the matzo

I put my peoples on the show and TAKE IT

if we want it, so nigga don't flaunt it

Now you tried to be the Don of, the hip-hop nation

Yeah your beats is kind of fat, but your lyrics, starvation

Now you're stumped, you gotsta have the skill to make it thump

Ya damn, anal wart, herpe bump, your lyrics don't make me jump

Now, I might crossover when my dough is all spent

Because ain't nothin, goin on, but the rent

I come from S-T-A-T-E-N-I-S-L-A-N-D

And be the grand wizard lyricist, Kim UMC

I serve the hot buttered SOUL on my hip-hop roll

And yo I can't be undersold and, my word as good as gold

I won't fold under pressure when your girl let me undress her

My eyeballs out of my head like, my dear Uncle Fester

Gave myself a future career from the days of Blue Cheese

And now there's one thousand two thousand three thousand UMC's

Uhh, yeah yeah

Yo, UMC'n type situation in the house

Yo, I got one question for the masses kid, one question

[Kool Kim]

Hey yo, who gets sex to my rhymes? HEY!

C'mon, who gets sex to my rhymes? UHH!

Cause you know that I can cha-cha, with Nina, Maria, Sobrito

Bendejo, y Chocha, el Mixo, completo

So parles vouz couche avec ma se shwa

Me and Haas G, and Sousie, menage-a-tois

Now, I bag the mad honies round the world for sport

And then I get up, get up, inside she boom boom shots

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yo, check it out kid

Yo bring em down street kid, yo bring em down (bring em down)

Yo bring em down street kid, yo break em down

[Haas G]

Aiyyo I roll rope, on my boat, gently down the stream I turn

Hood like Robin, now I'm out to get the green

Cause I'm the lean mean rap machine at the fingers snap my team

tighten like grave men when I ain't misbehavin

Yo just gimme a little light, I grab a mic I get started

To cold act ill, uhh, get retarded

Then I take off, I Jetson, like George when I wrecks em

God bless em, I leave em raptified when I hex em

Right on, right on, right on

Yo, check it out

We wanna do it like this for nineteen ninety-three

First and foremost, the major shout to the mighty UMC crew

I wanna say whassup to my peoples Ruckus

I wanna give a massive shout to three-two-one

I wanna say whassup to my peoples Cold Crush

All the way down to Ill Breed

I wanna say whassup to my Oran B

And Cool Craig is in the house

Staten Isle's in the house

Staten Island comes first everytime

Brooklyn's in the house

Queens is in the house

Uptown's in the house

Bronx is in the house

I wanna say whassup to Long Island kid

Yeah, UMC's forever, always, we out

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