DWYCK Lyrics Gang Starr

 

Song Details...

SONG : DWYCK

ARTIST : Gang Starr

ALBUM : DWYCK

WRITERS : Darryl Barnes, Keith Elam, Chris Martin, Greg Mays

DWYCK Lyrics

Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot (N-N-N-I-C-E)

Uh, featuring the one and only

Uh heh, heh, heh, handle it, handle it Roy, Nice & Smooth

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Gangstarr has got to be the sure shot

Nice & Smooth has got to be the sure shot

Gangstarr has got to be the sure shot

Nice & Smooth has got to be the sure shot

Greg Nice, Greg N-I-C-E

Dame un beso, ah oui oui

Rock for a fee, not for free

Maybe I'll do it for charity

Now my employer or my employee

Is makin' Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D

Don't ever ever, think of jerkin' me

I work to hard for my royalty

Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea

Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri

Ooh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay

I say butter you say Parkay

It's alright if ya wanna make a sway

I'm a way Uptown, took deuce to the tre

I originate, they duplicate

I praise the lord and keep the faith

It's alright keep bitin' at da bait

'92, uh, one year later

Peace out Premier take me out wit' da fader

I chant, "Eenie meenie, miny moe"

I wreck da mic like a pimp, pimps hoes

Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this

I shake this you'll take this

I'm kinda fiendish

You wish that you could come into my neighborhood

Meaning my mental state

Still I'm 5 foot 8

Crazy as I wanna be

'Cause I make it orderly

You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost

The brotha who will make you change opinions

Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from

The heart, plus I get a piece of the action

I'm feelin' satisfaction from the street crowd reaction

Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late

When they dip in the kick they get sprayed

Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is

I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis

A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise

Out on the expressway

Leavin' the Bodega I say "Suave"

Premier's got more beats then barns got hay

Clips are inserted into my gun

So I can take the money, never have ta run

I left my Phillie at home

Do you have another?

I wanna get blunted my brother

Now may I make a mark

Then make a spark over this phat track

Or should I say dope beat

Subtract, delete

All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract

But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back

Ayo Premier, please pass that buddha sack

You hear we quit?

No way, bullshit

I told ya before we come back wit' more hits

I provide bright flavor, so you can sketch me

Do me a favor, don't try and catch me

Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame

Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name

Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphernalia

I'm infallible, not into failure

Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous

And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus

I write in the night to bring truth to the light

My dialogue is my own 'cause Smooth B will never bite

Fan Comments...

1. Uriah4

“I write at the night to bring truth to the light my dialogue is my own cuz Smooth B would never bite” ......He murdered that!

2. kingd42081

As much respect as Gang Starr gets from real hip hop heads, they’re still ridiculously underrated. Legends.

3. joe aguirre

I first heard this song in Mexico when I went down on vacation. It was being played at a small record shop on a corner. I told 

the owner “I don’t know what album that is but I want it lol”. He took it out and gave it to me.