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    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez / Lyrics

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    "DWYCK" Lyrics

    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez feat. Gang Starr

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    Hey, Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot
    Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot
    Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot
    Nice & Smooth has gots 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 making Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D
    Don't ever ever think of jerking me
    I work too hard for my royalty
    Put lead in your ass and drink a cup of tea
    Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri
    Ooohh la la, ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, you say Cassius Clay
    I say butter you say Parkay
    It's alright if you wanna make a sway
    I'm away up town, took the deuce to the tre
    I originate, they duplicate
    I praise the lord and keep the faith
    It's alright keep biting at the bait
    '92, uh! One year later
    Peace out Premier take me out with the fader

    I chant eenie meenie, minie moe
    I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes
    Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this
    I'll 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 sort of the boss so get lost
    The brother who will make you change opinions
    Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from
    The heart, cause I get a piece of the action
    Feeling 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 it still is
    I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis
    A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise
    Out on the expressway
    Leaving the Bodega I say "suave"
    Premier's got more beats than barns got hay
    Clips are inserted into my gun
    So I can take the money, never have to 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 coming from way way back
    Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack
    You heard we quit? No way, bullshit!
    I told you before we come back with more hits
    I provide bright flavor so you can sketch me
    Do me a favor, dont try to 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 infallable, 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
    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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