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    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez / Lyrics

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    "DWYCK" Lyrics

    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez feat. Gang Starr

    Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and
    only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey,
    HEY, HEY!!!!

    Gangstarr has got to be da sure shot
    Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot
    Gangstarr has got to be da sure shot
    Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot

    Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E
    Droppin dem basso, 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
    Ooohh 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 up town, took duece 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, minie 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 dat 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 den barns got hay
    Clips are inserted into my gun
    So I can take the money, neva 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
    Hey yo 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 flava, so you could sketch me
    Do me a favor, dont 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, paraphenalia
    I'm infallable, not into failure
    Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous
    And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus
    I write here tonite to bring truth to the light
    My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Keith Elam, Christopher Martin, Darryl Otis Barnes, Greg O. Mays.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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