Listen to What Is an MC? by Coolio

What Is an MC?

Coolio

Hip-Hop/Rap

9 Shazams

Lyrics

Yo, the G is off the chain when you come 'round here Better watch what you claim when you come 'round here You can do your thing when you come 'round here But it's blessed that you can hang when you come 'round here Ain't no playin games when you come 'round here Weak niggas feel the flame when they come 'round here We tryina make it bang when you come 'round here Everything ain't the same when you come 'round here DJ's pump the bass up And pull the lights back It's time to get it crackin' and we love it when it's like that Ain't no reason for no treason So put the hater-ray down in this new millenium season Who you gon' believe in while you're cheesin'? Ain't no logic or no reason in your teachings I'm steady on the grind round while you're reachin' So just sit and look and listen, hear my twenty screechin' What is an MC if he can't rap? How you gonna throw up from the shoulder and can't scrap? Twenty-five with a L, ain't no gettin' back Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that What is a DJ if he can't scratch? How you gon' keep on trickin' and stay fat? Jump your ass in a gunfight without no strap Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that You can be yourself when you come 'round here Ain't no titles or no belts when you come 'round here Keep your game on stealth when you come 'round here But be about your wealth when you come 'round here You get cut and left when you come round here So don't let 'em see you sweat when you come 'round here We'll be makin' busters melt when they come 'round here So you'd better check yourself when you come 'round here We be gettin' gangsta with it all through the weekend Get your lazy ass up, no time for sleepin' Call your homegirls up, jump in your jeep and They ain't ready when you come, then you're leavin' You're goin to the club, it's time for freakin' You ain't got no ID to try to sneak in It's on and crackin' once again you cheat the G-game Just open up your mind, no time for tweakin' What is an MC if he can't rap? How you gonna throw up from the shoulder and can't scrap? Twenty-five with a L, ain't no gettin' back Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that What is a DJ if he can't scratch? How you gon' keep on trickin' and stay fat? Jump your ass in a gunfight without no strap Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that Fat meat is greasy when you come round here So don't be acting cheesy when you come round here You might go off the heasy when you come round here And we'll still be bumpin' easy when you come round here You better watch the greedy when you come round here 'Cause some of these fools are sleazy when you come round here Give to the needy when you come round here But understand you can't defeat me when you come round here Most stack a grip, trip and roll with some new friends Some'll sell their soul to the devil just to chip in Some'll lie, steal and rob their mama just to get ends Which one is you nigga? Where do you fit in? But this thing don't stop just cos you's a trick And hatin cos you ain't rich, you's a bitch We gon' dip like the old school, c'est la vie Hop your tread like me Watch what you say and get paid like C What is an MC if he can't rap? How you gonna throw up from the shoulder and can't scrap? Twenty-five with a L, ain't no gettin' back Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that What is a DJ if he can't scratch? How you gon' keep on trickin' and stay fat? Jump your ass in a gunfight without no strap Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that
Writer(s): Artis Ivey, Josefa Salinas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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