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Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style When it comes to shootouts Boogie Brown is here don't fear The clear just step to it. Now I drive Come alive from the bottom to the top Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop But? (I know you, and you know me) C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D That's deep as I look at all the videos Wack stage shows, wack page flows Biters non-rhythm writers. (Example the sample) It was an age under and a stage back The girlie's screaming she's having a cardiac Like epileptic seizures no Amnesia comatose double dose Anesthesia Damn. (DAMN) should I say What are you doing!, I dare at your stare so yo Come do me, it's done or rather should I say it's on The mental instrumental I continue with My song yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of The East Coast stomp. Fam understand Several other brothers watch our videos the vidiots discover (It's just another case) Wow! (Base) Why is everybody always picking on me Now let's see our games played I'm Donkey Kong fat freak the notes Flip the script run the jewels (The Leaders Of The New School) Yet I shine when I rhyme (You know, you know) Always remember the scenario Syntax Era Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style For the Harper Valley Pete's sake tea makes A great ace in a hole You cheated gold, only sold to who Was told now trembling remembering When I timberland and down listen wait Who's that coming around sounding like that sound I guess it's Dinco, Milo, Busta, and Bro! win Four minds of two kinds run one with the sun I love my father, mother, my brother, and the sisters That come from all over the place to trace the base Inspector Clouseau I wonder is true though Oh no, no more security Nets straight human casualties Call for raw regrets in beat societies Lessons must speak Stand be strong. Keep away from weak in the years long Life leaders let loose leading left backs And misguided youth letting leaks lack Levels of truth. Look ma' no hands Lend likes lots of love only lasting cause I'm asking Could we be above average not savage But near newly more duty, more than terror Peace to my girl "Whoops? Syntax Era Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style Copy cat do this, do that Wanna do something? Do this Chicky chaka chubaka Gitty getty gothca Ah man, all of a sudden people say I be buggin' Rugged culture musikal Hip-Hop! I be lovin' Gimme, gimme, gimme something Gimme something for nothing Rich blood sucker of the poor I see you Hickory, dickory Hay watch out for the trickery What happened to creativity, dignity, integrity Hey Mr. Sneaky-one don't try to read my mind Just worry about getting yours, because I'm getting mines Leaders made a commitment to keep this type of music Livin' forever Whatever, whatever We live in an era where errors aren't made to Remain an error, but I think that's kinda better Understand that word and how you use it Rap is business music, Hip-Hop is cultural music Now you get to see the one sun getting super dumb Dance around because you know that we doin' it for fun Flippin' and trippin' You little sorry sucker you slippin' Lay over my lap because I'm gonna Give you a whippen Trippin', dippin' and winin' Stop the damn crying I don't know what you try! n' You better stop lyin' With correct intellect, wetter, bigger and better As I come straight Check my Syntax Era Word to God, 1993, shit is solid We are the L. (What!) We are the O. (What!) We are the N. (What!) We are the S. (What!) We are the L. (What!) We are the O. (What!) We are the N. (What!) We are the S. (What!) We are the L. (What!) We are the O. (What!) We are the N. (What!) We are the S. (What!) Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Bryan Higgins, James Jackson, Charles Simmons, Marlon King, Frank Alstin, Richard Roebuck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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